Dough-Head

Yesterday it seemed as if my radiator was overheating, so I called my snookey and asked him if he had put any water in it, as he had mentioned that the other day. He hadn’t.

So he decided that he’d come up to my work and bring me his car and he’d take mine off to the shop. The good news about that was that they didn’t find anything seriously wrong with it and, so, it cost me nothing. I like that. Water is free.

Anyway, when I was driving home with my snookey’s car, and stopped at a red light, and I happened to glance in my rearview at the car behind me. There was this woman there, rummaging for something, maybe in her purse, but I didn’t think anything of it except that she was looking for something.

You know when I thought something of it? When she fucking rear-ended me. I guess while she was rummaging around, her hold on the brake pedal loosened and she came smacking into me… in my snookey’s car… his new car, especially compared to mine.

I got out of the car, went and looked at the rear end. I didn’t see any damage but, then, it wasn’t my car – I didn’t know how it looked before-hand.

So I stood there as traffic was stopping up behind her and asked for her insurance and license, yada, yada. After standing for a bit while cars were whizzing by her, it occurred to me that any of these cars, in their impatience for being stopped up, could hit me if they weren’t too careful.

Then I noticed that she didn’t even have her hazard lights on – so anybody behind her could end up rear-ended her or a car behind her.

I told her to put her hazard lights on. And I watched her carefully as she rummaged for license and insurance. She had a big, red-veined nose, she kept apologizing and telling me how ‘funny’ things were happening with that car. Funny things as in her wipers were going, and, of course, ‘how did her car just bump into me’.

I wanted to say, “well, you fucking idiot, you probably knocked into the wiper switch on impact, because they weren’t going as you were rummaging through your purse earlier”, but I didn’t. I just took down all the information my snookey might need if there were damage to his car.

Then I got back into his car and proceeded to drive home. The worst thing about that? She was behind me almost all the way. AND she was still rummaging through her purse whenever we were stopped. PLUS as we’d be stopped at a light, she’d be inching up on me when I just felt like, “stay away from me! You’re too close!”

I’ve gotta say that I hate drivers. I hate preoccupied drivers, especially those on cell phones, and I’m happy that the new law gets enacted in the Fall that prevents people from talking on their cell phones while behind the wheel.

The only problem with this new law, I think, is that all those people who’ve got their phones constantly glued to the sides of their heads are probably the ones who’ll continue to do it, because what are the chances they’ll get caught?