Yesterday I caught up with a friend of mine who I hadn’t seen for ages. We had a lovely day wandering around Southbank together; laughing, chatting and losing our tiny minds when we stumbled across the perfect backdrop for an outfit photo*
*that last part may or may not have only been me.
Outfit Details:
- The Everyday Blazer (size 14) from Birdsnest in Black, Red, Moose and White, $89.95
- Pia Pleat Hem Tee (Size S) from French Connection, $69.95
- Rockmans Jeans (not current)
- Tasman Tan Suede Boots from Easy Steps, currently on sale $149.95
After our day was over and it was time for me to head home and do the school run, that’s where things became all are you kidding me?
I’d paid for my parking, driven out of the car park, turned left, driven roughly 300 metres at a snail’s pace before stopping at a set of traffic lights.
So too had the car behind me, except no, it hadn’t. BAM. Straight into the back of my car it went.
Are you kidding me?
The driver of the car who hit mine signaled for me to pull over (how thoughtful) so I did.
I took a deep breath before getting out of my car to inspect the damage. Fortunately for the young girl who rammed my car like she was driving a dodgem at the EKKA there was hardly any damage done. Although I did see a number of scratches on the back of the car which I pointed out to her.
Now while I was pointing these out to her she was furiously typing something into her phone. We’d been standing on the side of the road for all of 30 seconds at this point, so I asked for her contact details.
“Just a minute,” came the response “I’m typing a note.”
Are you kidding me?
It was then that I realised this chick was possibly the rudest person I’d met in quite some time that the scratches on my car were from my kids hauling their school bags in and out of the car every day.
“Hey I’ve just realised that those scratches aren’t from your car. They’re from my kids and their school bags. But I’m fairly sure this dent here is from your car. It’s so small it’s probably not worth worrying about but we should swap details just in case” I said, pointing to a tiny little mark on the back of the car.
“I’m not taking any responsibility for those scratches. I will take responsibility for that mark though. Sorry about that. My radio distracted me. If you could type your name at the bottom of this note, it clears me of any wrong doing in regard to those scratches.”
Are you kidding me?
We swapped details. I asked for her insurance details, she asked for mine. I couldn’t remember, you know because of that whole IIH thing I’ve got and the feral tablets I have to take for it. They make me a bit forgetful at times and when her car hit mine, my head hit the head rest. Not overly hard but hard enough to give me a headache right then and there.
So I was quietly freaking out about my head situation but not wanting to say anything to her about it and she was all, “Well you will need to text your insurance details to me when you remember them.”
I just stood there, on the side of the road, completely and utterly gobsmacked by the rudeness of this young woman.
She would’ve been in her very early 20’s and we were standing there because of her mistake. Yet here she was demanding I sign a note that clears her of wrong doing in between trying to sell me some bullshit story about the radio distracting her and schooling me on insurance procedures.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Not once did she ask if I was ok. Were there kids in the car. Nothing. She tried her very best to make the whole situation all about herself and that bothered me more than the accident itself.
I don’t know about you, but I am so over rude people. It’s not that hard to be a good person. All it takes is a bit of positivity and a willingness to accept responsibility for your own actions. Why do some people find that so hard to do?
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