Last weekend we were driving home just after dark. I’m sitting at a stop light with a car in front and a car behind.
My wife starting saying “oh god” and “oh… SEVEN…”
I was pretty sure we weren’t having sex, so with my vast powers of deduction I figured something was wrong.
I say what any husband with a wife freaking out says:
“What?”
“Ohmygodohmygod”
I look to the left. Nothing. I look in the rear mirror. Nothing. I look to the right and see the tail end of a truck with a camper on the back heading right for us. It’s backing out of a Starbucks parking lot.
Of course I did what anyone with a camper about to smack into them does - I lean on the horn just to add a musical note to the sound of my passenger door and rear quarter panel being played by a rather solid rear bumper.
HONK-CRUUUUNCH!
Needless to say people running into me kind of pisses me off.
The light changes and I pull away from the camper. I swing around it’s driver side and park in the lot. The camper is still in the street. I hop out of the car and head for the truck to give the driver a piece of my mind. The only problem, no driver.
For about 5 seconds I’m in the parking lot going “WTF??” That’s really not the thing you expect to see when a car just rams into you. Later I was laughing about it because I must have looked pretty silly standing there with my jaw wide open and a huge flashing question mark above my head. I’m pretty sure at one point I was Fred Willard in A Mighty Wind - “WhaaaHaapin?”
I head into Starbucks. There are two people behind the counter and one big fat man at a table on his laptop. Rather loudly I say to the barista guy “do you know who owns that truck?”
“Nope?”
I shrug. “The fucking thing just smashed up my car. No driver”.
“Really? Weird dude”
I head back outside.
My wife is next to my car on her mobile calling the PD. She, of course, is on hold. We exchange a few words about what we’re supposed to do when a parked car hits you when you’re driving.
About a minute after I walked out of Starbucks here comes Fatty Laptop Man. He gets in the truck and drives it into the lot (taking up two spaces - one being the handicap space). He gets out and says “I’ve got my insurance and papers. I’ll give it to you inside”. The ass goes back in and starts typing away on his laptop (he had outlook open). We finish the call with the PD and collect the two names and numbers from the people who watched the whole thing.
We go inside and he’s got his cards laid out on the table. He hardly even looks at us as we copy his information. My wife and daughter are shaking from the adrenaline. My wife can hardly speak as just moments ago she expected the handle of the car door to be passing through her spleen. What does Fathead Laptop Man do? He surfs the web.
Not one “I’m sorry”. Not a single “are you all ok?” At one point he said “what can I say?”
It was all I could do to contain myself. “Your car rolled out into the street with no one at the wheel. It slammed into my car. The entire side is thrashed…” I pause to give him a chance to say something.
“I’ve got insurance. The card is right there.”
I wanted to pick up his laptop and slam it over his fat fucking head.
He didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he put his cards back in his wallet and slid the bundle across his ass fat into his back pocket as we walked out the door.
Its not like an apology will fix my car or my shaken up family but I did want to hear him own up for not setting his parking brake and the damage it caused. But no. Nothing.
Stupid fucking fat fuck. GET OFF YOUR COMPUTER AND DEAL WITH REAL LIFE!
If he was on a cell phone instead of his computer I’m 98% positive I would have beat him silly with it.
The good news is no one was hurt and the car was repaired in 4 days (looking almost as good as new) and his insurance paid for the lot. Insurance also got us a rental for 4 days.
That said the rental, a 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, is a piece of shit.