Tuesday, January 14, 2014

To the "class act" who ran into me this evening

To the coward who backed into my vehicle at the traffic light in front of Lowe's and Applebee's in Smithfield but refused to talk except to protest my trying to get you to converse and then complete the latter half of "hit and run": I am willing to forgive you if you at least "man up" instead of running like a coward when nicely confronted. You refused to get out of your car until you saw me looking at my car's front end and looking at yours, then taking a cell phone picture of your license plate when you wouldn't even acknowledge you ran into me. How could you NOT know? I laid on the horn quite a bit to get you to stop backing up. Instead of sneering and jumping back into your car, then taking off, you could have at least apologized and checked to make sure that you didn't do any damage before getting angry at me for checking out my own car and waiting on you to get out of yours. Then, when you hopped into your car and started to drive off, I rather calmly reminded you that your actions resembled that of a walking anal sphincter muscle and you protested that? Really?? To top it off, you thought I was following you home...because I was...we live in the same neighborhood, apparently. You showed real class by driving by my house and giving me the middle finger as if I was the one who started that whole affray. The last I knew, hit and run was still a crime. It would have been one thing if you had spoken to me, found out whether or not there was damage done to my vehicle, and we agreed that all was well. I hope that you were about to crap a brick when I followed you to your (our) neighborhood. My children especially enjoyed having someone flip them off. By the way, my son knows where you live and even identified your car when he took the dog for a walk. Yeah, you live just two doors down the street, you see me all the time, and yet you refused to even talk to me...just as you have refused to even say hello whenever you have seen any of us on the sidewalk. You're a real class act, alright.