I’m not a confrontational person. I hate confrontation, loathe it entirely. I spent my entire childhood and most of my teenage years taking garbage from people when I should have spoken up for myself. But in the last few years, I’ve grown a bit of a spine. I still hate confrontations but I can stand up for myself.
At least, I thought I could.
This afternoon, Mum and I went to the supermarket. After we finished, I took the trolley back to the car to unload and Mum went upstairs to the bathroom. The car was parked down the street, with no one parked behind my mother’s car. I unpacked the trolley and then got into the passenger seat, and got my phone out and started to play with it.
And then the car was jolted.
It’s hard to say how quickly my mind went from, “what?!” to “OMFG, someone hit the car!” And I honestly can’t remember if I looked in the side mirror or turned around, but I saw the older lady pulling in behind us. I put down my phone and got out of the car, hoping to god that Mum was on her way back, and was about sixty metres away, and I waved her over, but the older lady – who will be known as the harpy – was trying to get away as fast as she could.
Mum had no idea what had happened, so I sucked up my courage and said, “Excuse me, did you just hit my mother’s car?” Only, it wasn’t really a question. I was shocked and feeling sick at the idea she’d damaged my mother’s car – we’re about to trade it in.
And she denied it! Not only did she deny it, she was very defensive and aggressive, so much so that it was obvious that she was lying. She was just so nasty and unpleasant. So as she walked away, I took a photo of her number plate, which brought her back. And she got stuck into me again, starting by telling me she didn’t like me taking photos of her car without her there but she couldn’t stop me (nope!) and kept insisting that she hadn’t hit Mum’s car and that the chipped paint was clearly from, “lifting groceries out of the car”. Nope, that’s where your number plate hit my mother’s car, you old crank
The worst part is that she made me feel like the one in the wrong, and made me second guess myself afterward. .
The thing is, the damage is irritating but negligible. It was the nastiness and the lying that pissed me off and turned this into an incident. I mean, don’t deny what you did, lady. I saw you, I felt the car move and I know you thought that the car was empty, and that it was a nasty shock to find out there was a witness. But all you had to do was apologise. Honestly, a genuine apology would have been all we needed, because this sort of incident has happened to us before. And honestly? I think an insurance company would laugh themselves hoarse if we made a claim on the ‘damage’.
The thing is, this nastiness and aggression is just typical of so many people in my town. Anything to get away with something. It makes me really angry, because if we’d bumped the Harpy’s car, you know she would have verbally abused and threatened us until she got bored. There’s no way she would have taken it as calmly as we did.
Argh, just thinking about it makes me angry again! At least I can say I actually called her on her actions and it went as well as confronting a cranky, snobby old harpy like her could go. And I’m a firm believer of karma; what goes around comes around.