Close Call

It’s a lovely, warm day in Alabama and shopping at the Curb Market was especially nice. Almost unfair, I thought, that the Northwest is having such nasty weather. And unlike yesterday’s near misfortune, my shopping today was ordinary and uneventful.

As I was driving yesterday, I stopped for a red light and my little red Tercel was rear ended by a young woman driving a Yukon with no brakes. After my little bumper cars bump and then a double bump, I jumped out of the car and realized that the only damage was little paint on the back of the Tercel and a slightly rattled me. The young woman proceeded to tell me her brakes failed and that she was hoping I’d go on through the red light. Well, I guess that explained her honking, but I thought it was a case of road rage because I was stopping. I shouted, “You really need to get those brakes fixed before you hurt someone!” And after asking if I was okay, she drove away before I could think to get the license number to report her negligence. A close call and no harm done. This time.