Remember last week, when I went to pick up KJ from tumbling? Remember my high speed car chase? No? Well, go read it here. (and leave a comment while you're there, to enter my CD giveaway)
Well, it's Wednesday again. Time for tumbling...again. I'll be honest, I went expecting a confrontation. I was nervous. I dropped off KJ, then went to the grocery store, finished early, and had to sit outside the building for about ten minutes.
I purposely parked on the street alongside of the building, instead of in the parking lot. I wanted to go out of my way to stay away from all other cars, so as to avoid any possible confusion that I may or may not hit someone.
Well, sure enough 6:29 rolls around, just as I'm preparing to exit my vehicle, here comes the dreaded '92 Honda Accord (no, I didn't just drop his make and model). He pulled around and parked right behind me. I decided I'd just ignore him, play stupid, like I didn't know it was him. I got TJ and Peter out of the car, and proceeded to walk toward the building.
The dude also got out of his car, and starting yelling "Ma'am, ma'am!!" I tried to ignore him at first, act like I didn't hear him, but there was no avoiding this.
So, I turned around, and innocently said, "Yes?"
He immediately, assuming I know who he is, says, "I haven't been able to get hold of the UHP and they won't give me your insurance info, so I need to get it from you."
Me: Inner panic, heart pounding, starting to shake. On the outside, calm as the morning sunrise, "Sir," I said dripping with sarcastic politeness, "I won't be giving you my insurance information, because I didn't hit you."
He proceeded to argue with me that, yes, I did, and did I want to see his headlight? I said in essence that there was virtually ZERO evidence on my vehicle that I had hit anything, and I stand by my position that I DID NOT HIT HIM. I also told him that after he pursued me like a psycho (Yes, I used the word psycho), he had terrified me AND my children (I made sure he knew he scared my kids), and there was no way I would've stopped after the way he reacted.
I told him I had told the police that I didn't hit him, and I would not give him my insurance info.
Then I said, "Excuse me, I'm going to get my daughter now." Then, I turned, and walked away.
For the first time in my life, I said the perfect thing at the perfect moment. Calmly, confidently. I didn't even stutter. (You may not know this about me, but sometimes I stutter, when I'm nervous or upset).
In retrospect, the only thing I wish I had said in addition, was how could he prove that the damage to his headlight was done by me, because he didn't get out of his car to inspect it at the time the "incident" happened. He just pulled right out behind me, and chased me onto the freeway. How could he know that the crack in his headlight wasn't there before, or possibly caused by a rock chip because he was following me so close?
I'm proud of myself for standing up to the dude. I've NEVER done that before.
It feels good.