On Tuesday afternoon in a pouring rain a young woman in an SUV changed lanes suddenly and without signal and struck my left front bumper, hard enough to spin her car 180 and come to rest across two lanes. I braked hard, and watched in disbelief as she continued to remain in the driver’s seat and talk on her cell phone as I 1) opened my car door 2) exited my car 3) waved traffic around the accident 4) went to her driver’s window to check for blood (none) 5) knelt down to check the damage on my bumper and 6) returned to her car and demand that she get off the phone.
Still talking, she opened her door, and stood with her back to me- talking.
me “Get off the phone.”
Turns and looks at me, and points to the phone, still engaged in the conversation, which does include “No, I’m not hurt”. At this point, I am relieved to find that she was actually aware that she has been involved in a car accident.
me “Get *off * the phone.”
her “I can’t get off the phone, I’ve been in a car wreck!!!” gestures to her car
me “You hit ME you dumb twat!”
her “What? Just a minute. She says I hit her.”
I returned to my car, knelt down, pushed the dent out of my plastic bumper, noted that I could likely wax the scratches out, and noted with some satisfaction that her right rear quarter panel was dented and scratched to bare metal.
me “Get off the phone.”
her “What?!? What do you want me to do?”
me “I want you to hang up the f-ing phone and concentrate on driving in rainy weather. You are endangering everyone on the road, and you have no business driving. Go home. Stay off the f-ing phone.” (I stepped towards her and said the last part into her phone.)
I returned to my car, buckled up, and watched as she tried to maneuver a three point turn backwards into traffic while still talking on her phone. As we were going the same direction, I watched her not signal when turning right, twice, then not signal when turning left into her subdivision. She did, however, manage to switch ears several times in order to fluff her hair and check her image in the mirror.
Never hung up the phone.
I’m sorry, what was the OP’s question again? I’ve got to go ice my blood. It seems to be boiling again.