Dear driver of the four-door, black Acura with the California license plates,
Thank you.
Thank you so much for not hitting me today when I changed into your lane. I thought I checked all my blind spots when I moved into your lane, but I must not have. You were back there somewhere and when I changed lanes you had to stop short to avoid hitting me. Thank you for being so alert and attentive! We both avoided a lot of lost time, painful paperwork, phone calls, and money thanks to your driving. I don't think I can thank you enough.
Thank you also for teaching me a great lesson. Not only did I learn to watch my blind spots more carefully, but I learned a little bit about myself and how I should treat others who make mistakes.
You were obviously very upset that I didn't see you. I understand completely. I'd be upset, too. And I can understand that you'd want me to know how close I came to being hit and how careless I was when I moved into your lane.
However.
It wasn't necessary for you to go out of your way to follow me so closely on my right side as I made that left turn onto another street. It also wasn't necessary for you to drive along side, roll down your window and yell at me. Honestly, I have no idea what you were saying because my window was rolled up. And I wasn't about to roll it down because I already knew what you were trying to say. Your driving said it all. Rather than listening to your screaming, my main objective at that point was to make sure I didn't get in another close-call because of your erratic driving. I was willing to drive slowly until you got your point across. You taught me a lot in that moment about being aware of the cars around me. I was now very aware of your car and was anticipating any move that it would make. That's why I was able to slow down and avoid rear-ending you when you shot in front of me and then slammed on your brakes. I know I am in no position to give advice at this moment, but, really, is that how you teach other people a lesson? I didn't really learn much from your lesson. All I learned was that you were a jerk. And I'm sure that you're not really a jerk. You were just acting like one to me.
Aside from learning that you have a temper, I did learn a few more important things. I learned to think about what I do when people around me do dumb things on the road.
When I'm the one who has to stop short because some careless driver didn't see me, is it my job to let that driver know what an idiot move they just made? Having just been the idiot driver, I can honestly say no. Believe me, I learned that lesson as soon as I saw you in my rear-view mirror and heard you honking. It's a good lesson to learn. I'm so glad it was just a lesson and not a consequence involving higher insurance rates.
So, for all the lessons learned, thank you.
Sincerely,
The driver in the four-door, silver honda, with the Utah license plates.
11 years ago
6 comments:
Long Whistle. Those kind of incidents rattle me. Hey, at least you got one heck of a blog entry out the experience.
I'm glad you had the chance to write them that letter. I bet it would fall on deaf ears but it sure was useful for the rest of us readers! Glad you're OK!
ummmm...you have got to be kidding me. What a JERK! I am glad you are safe....
California plates. 'Nuff said.
(Nothing personal against Californians in general, but having recently returned from that sunny state, I can say wholeheartedly that I'm glad I was not the one driving the rental car. Sheesh. Buncha crazies.)
Great. Now I have high blood pressure and I'm not even driving! I think I'll cut off that guy in the desk next to me. Maybe that'll make me feel better.
I think I'll invent a desk horn. That way when someone makes me mad at work I can slam the horn - THEN they'll know I mean business!
It's true, if you have CA plates your auotmatically a grump.
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