Warning: this is a LONG, hormonal rant about a crazy person I encountered last night.
Last night, I needed some bread for dinner and I stopped by Panera Bread to pick some up on the way home from my DDs dance class. My DH and the kids waited in the car, while I ran inside to get them.
When I get out of the store, my DH is standing next to the van. I said, "What's the matter?"
DH: "She just hit our car." motioning to the little red hatchback parked next to us (in a handicapped spot). "Can you see any damage?"
So bend down, and sure enough there are two footlong scratches in the back 1/4 panel behind the tire.
So my husband goes over to the car and says into the open window, "Excuse me, but you hit our car." Then she says something, and he says, "Yes, there is some damage."
And then it began.
This girl, who was probably in the 17-20 year old range, and dressed like a streetwalker (no kidding...her skirt was so short I could see her underwear when she got in and out of the car) comes over and says, "That's B***S****. I didn't do that! Look, I'll give you 20 F***ING dollars for some paint!"
What?! Who reacts like that after a minor fender bender?? Is that a normal response.
So, of course, my pregnant hormones start kicking in, and I said, "Excuse me, but this is a BRAND new car that I've had for only 5 months. This damage is new, and it's going to cost more than 20 bucks to fix it. They're going to have to buff out the damage and repaint it." Anyone who's had a car painted, knows it's WAY more than 20 bucks!!
So, my husband, so is still normal and calm, calls the police. In Massachusetts, you don't need to call the police unless the damage is over $1000, but this girl was NOT giving us her information, and she sat back in the car (which was running).
My DH and I were worried that she was going to leave the scene, so I wrote her license plate number down and then I just stood, just barely behind the corner bumper of her car. My DH was standing behind our car, so it was like we were standing and looking at the damage.
Eventually, my DH said, "Why don't you go wait in the car?" But, of course, I'm still all worked up and I said, "I'm going to stand here in case she tries to leave."
Well, she heard what I said and jumps out of her vehicle.
"Don't you think I won't run over your fat a@@! I'd love to run you over, B**CH!" etc., etc.
Well, now I'm really worked up, and I said, "I'm sorry, but this is a public parking lot, and I'm free to stand wherever I'd like." and turned away.
She started yelling and yelling, and then got back in the car. After a few minutes, she turned off her engine. Then, she started yelling about how I needed to get my fat a@@ away from her car again. Screaming like a crazy person.
Then, we hear her yell, "Mom! Mom!" And sure enough, her mother starts walking towards us. The girl jumps out of her car and runs to her mother swearing and screaming at her about what happened. Her mother, thank God, was a very pleasant and rational woman, who told her daughter to calm down and came over to see what happened.
I pointed to the damage on the car, and the girl is screaming, F'ing this and F'ing that. Then, I really lost it. I started screaming that I had children in the car, and I wanted her to stop screaming. How my kids didn't want to her her cursing over and over. Of course, by this time I'm hysterically crying and leaning on the car.
And that's when the cop showed up. Of course, he has no idea what is going on, so he jumps out of his cruiser and stands in front of me and says, "Ma'am you're going to need to stop yelling now or I'm going to have you arrested for public disturbance." Then I say, "She's calling me names and swearing in front of my kids and I can't take it. You have to stop her!" And I'm bawling like an idiot.
So the cop turns to my husband and say, "Sir, can you please take your wife over there."
So I go to the other side of the car where I'm hysterically crying. The girl's mother comes over and says, "I'm sorry you're so upset. I hate to see you like this. I know my daughter can be difficult." Difficult? That's an understatement.
Then I say, "No, no...I'm sorry. I'm pregnant and I can't really control my emotions as well as I should."
Then I go sit in the car, and two minutes later, of course, both of my DD's say, "I need to go to the bathroom!" So, I walk them both inside.
By the time I got back out, the police officer was done with his paperwork. He explained that he didn't fill out a police report, because a report was necessary only if there was over $1000 worth of damage. I told him I was sorry we called him, but we only called because of the attitude, and he said, "I can see why you called." Ha!
Then, he proceeded to give the girl a citation for not parking carefully enough. She was livid, and started yelling at the cop, "That's why they call it an ACCIDENT!! What is this for? It was an accident!!!"
So, the cop says. "If I hear you yell one more time, I'm going to give you a citation for disturbing the peace."
So, we thanked the officer, and got into the car and drove away.
I am confused by this girls behavior, but mostly I'm so PISSED at myself. I'm a grown adult with three small children and I know better than to get into a yelling match with a teenager. WTH is wrong with me?!
I was so upset when I got home, I had to practice my relaxation techniques because I was afraid I'd lose the baby because of the stress hormones in my body.
Ugh.
Anyway, thanks for letting me rant....
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