I’m no stranger to hitting objects while driving. I even hit a policeman once (emphasis on “man” because it wasn’t a squad car–see here and here). As I left the gym last Tuesday, I hit an SUV while backing out. Yes, I was on the phone with Brian, but I was at least wearing my headset, which I always do when I drive. Also, the SUV was backed into the spot in which it was parked and was over the yellow line line, partially in my space. Unfortunately, I hit the right, front end near the tire and running board, which wasn’t over the line.
This was the first time I hit a car, and I didn’t know what to do, so I was understandably anxious. Thank God for Klonopin. Brian, who was still on the phone, told me to leave a note explaining what happened and to include our insurance information. Meanwhile, this “witness” fucking cunt busybody on her way to the gym began yelling at me: “You can’t just leave! That’s illegal!” Um, I wasn’t leaving. I was still in my car, foot on the brake, frozen in the position in which I was backing out, shocked. I so didn’t know what to do–I wasn’t going anywhere!
Meanwhile, this bitch continued to screech at me and the parking lot attendant, asking him where the owners were and demanding that I find them. Apparently, they took their kids to the Kids’ Club, which is in a separate building from the gym, so I went inside and told a staff person what happened, and if anyone in a gold Lexus SUV dropped off their kids. She said they did before going to work out, but that neither they, nor the front desk at the health club would have any license plate information. What did she suggest? Leave a note.
Another lady, who had just picked up her child and happened to follow me outside corrected me–nicely–to say that it was actually an Infiniti SUV, “if that helps,” she added. But the fucking douchebag was still there! I told her what the Kids’ Club staff person said, and she screamed that there was no way the owners have kids because there were no car seats in the SUV! WTF? Apparently, I’m a liar now, too. She left a note of her own that I of course read, but she didn’t leave a name and number, and I was surprised she didn’t ORDER them to purchase car seats.
I did exactly what Brian, the Kids’ Club staff person, and the parking attendant suggested–left a note explaining what happened and that included our insurance policy number, name, and phone number. The upside to this (as if there is one, since we’ll have to pay a deductible and Brian’s now jobless) is that the owner was polite and said the car would probably just need a touch-up paint job.
So FUCK OFF AND DIE, you busybody bitch, and learn to mind your own fucking business. You’re lucky I didn’t have a panic attack right then and there, though I’m sure you still would have treated me like I just murdered the SUV owners instead of hitting their car. I hope you get hit by a car and die that way, after you fuck off. Cunt.
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See…I’m not nice at all when I’m stressed. Hitting a car wouldn’t have bothered me all that much, but still I would have been agitated enough to rip that cunt a new asshole. I loathe people like that and I let them know quickly.
Yeah…I guess I need to work on my rage. :s
I’m just happy that the car’s owner was nice about it.
sometimes i get so bummed out that i’m kinda manacled to my child(ren) and unable to go out until (s)he is wholly available… and then i read about *sshats like that crazy b*tch yelling at you in a parking lot…
and i’m glad that i stayed home yesterday. seriously, sometimes people just need to get slapped i think. maybe they need that kind of help to just stop for a minute?
You did the right thing. FoaD to the busybody bitch.
If they’re driving an Infiniti SUV I’m not sorry for them either. :p
You definitely did the right thing and people need to really stop being so nosey. I mean, come on!
If it makes you feel any better I did once hit a parked car one time and in total panic/fear I left. I was 18 at the time. I still feel awful.
Geez, what a bitch! I hate it when people feel it is their job to make sure things are done correctly.
I think I would have stomped on her little toe!
I am glad that you were not hurt and the owners of the car you hit were kind to you.
She should be glad that you kept your cool. But it would’ve been awesome to shout at that trut ( bitch in Dutch
) and tell her off on the spot. But I guess then she would’ve only made an even bigger scene.
You did the right thing Barb and Fuck her! I don’t wish her to die, but that she might one day come across someone even worse than her…what goes around comes around!!
Btw I left a comment on my blog for about your last comment
Yeah, if she decided to be so nosy, she could have at least helped me rather than treated me like an axe murderer.
Here’s some irony for you: Brian came home late last night and parked in whatever spot he could find. Well, in Chicago, if you can fit your car somewhere, you take that spot. It was a really tight fit and our rear bumper was touching the license plate holder of the car behind ours. I remember being impressed by it when we got to the car this morning, and especially because ours wasn’t touching the other one.
Still, the owners left a note saying not to park so close next time (they must have just moved here from the suburbs or out of state, or they would have known this was a normal thing) and left a phone number. Though our digital camera has been dead a while now, Brian has a camera phone and we took pictures. (p) There are no scratches except to the paint on some of the license plate numbers, which certainly could have been there before. Surprise, surprise.
Being the responsible citizens that we are
we called the phone number, and it doesn’t even work! Oh, and they spelled “scratch” wrong. Nice, huh? :s
Adriane, I use Commentful, which lets me know where I’ve left comments and if there are any updates, but thanks for telling me.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work on all Blogger blogs *cough* Rain, mamazilla *cough*, but neither does coComment! I think it depends on how you have it configured, so just leave yours the way it is! (y)
How about some Nair in her hair conditioner? That nosey busybody must obviously have no fucking life! What you did is all you’re required to do. Hmmm..I bet the bitch needed to get laid.
lol. Some people can react so rudely.
Oh, Man, I hate busybodies! One time when my son was a baby, I ran in to the video rental place to return my videos. My ex husband was sitting right next to my son in the back seat. When I came out and was pulling away, this fat trailer trash bitch (Ok, I too am a fat trailer trash bitch, so we better make that fat trailer trash BUSYBODY bitch) came up, knocked on my window and said “don’t move, the police are on their way.” I said “what the hell are you talking about, you cow?” She said “you left your baby alone in the car while you went into the store.”
“I most certainly did not,” I said, and I hadn’t. “My husband was here with him the whole time.”
“No he wasn’t,” she had the audacity to say.
I was furious at that point and screamed at her “Yes he was, you stupid fat ass whore! I ought to get out of this car and kick your ass!”
“Don’t you touch me!” she screamed. “I’ll press charges!”
“Go ahead, you stupid fat ass cunt!” I said, proceeding to open the car door and step out–just as the cops arrived.
The cops actually looked my son over for bruises. They were actually nice and said they had no idea how the woman could have failed to see my then-husband, but they had to check things out. I said I understood.
I also wonder if that fat busybody bitch has even a clue how lucky she is that I never saw her again. I’m usually not the type to fight, but she really pissed me off. All busybody bitches, fat, thin, or in between, can fuck off and die!
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Having driven & parked in Chicago since I was a teen, I know all about the hazards. I personally would have gone off on the busybody, but that’s the fun part of having borderline personality.
You did the right thing by leaving a note, that’s what you’re supposed to do when the owner of the vehicle isn’t around. Unfortunately, not everyone bothers to do that. I sat in the window of my apartment once & saw someone trying to park in front of my car. They ended up smashing my headlight out and denting my front quarter panel. Did they leave a note? No, they just drove up the block & parked in a bigger space. I wrote down their plate# & took pics of the damage to both cars & filed a police report. I’m sure the guy was stunned when he was picked up on a warrant for leaving the scene of an accident.
jane, I still like that Nair idea. :d
April, exactly. It wasn’t even her frickin’ car!!!
Cheesemeister, maybe your husband wasn’t fat enough or that fat trailer trash busybody bitch would have seen him! :d Meh. She was probably legally blind.
I don’t know if I’d recognize this bitch if I actually saw her inside the gym, but if I ever run into her and she starts shit with me, I swear I’ll kick her fucking ass. My former martial arts instructor always said that I’ve got a really nice roundhouse kick and a mean right cross.
I know I’m supposed to only use it for self-defense, but I’d obviously be defending myself from her big fucking mouth. 
Oh, and I don’t know what the hell is up with Gravatar. Sometimes the avatars show up; most times they don’t. They have yet to replace the new one I submitted oh, like, two months ago?
Sid, I have BPD, too, but I was too shocked and anxious. Seriously, I think the Klonopin I’ve been taking was what kept me calm.
I’m not at all surprised by your story–that probably happens more often than we think–or see–in Chicago and you did the right thing. But these idiots who claimed we “scrached” their car? Yeah, whatever. We’ve got pictures and they left a non-working phone number. (y) Too bad you couldn’t see the look on the guy’s face when they picked him up! :d
OMG… that is one of those “requires a bitch slap” situations…
I am totally with you on that, DB.
What a cunt. Leaving a note is perfectly fine in a situation like that I would think. The last time I tapped…and I mean barely tapped a car that was parallel parked behind me, like I could walk by it and hit it harder with my leg than my car hit it…anyway, I just drove off. There wasn’t any damage..no harm, no foul, right? I don’t give a fuck if that makes me a bad person. :[
I wouldn’t think you were a bad person for that, but unfortunately, I did more than tap the car. Still, it was none of this fucking bitch’s business, and at least I did the right thing.