I got in an accident today. I don’t really have much to say about it, but it feels like something important that I should document.
I was on my way to Moms & Pops for Dave & Col’s birthday dinner. I had just left work. I was stuck in the stop and go traffic on Springdale.
On one of the houses on the right a couple came out. They caught my attention. She was soaking wet like she just got out of the shower. He had a bulldog on a leash. Traffic was going. I took my foot off the brake. She motioned as if they should cross traffic. The car in front of me stopped. I was still watching the couple and rear-ended the guy.
We pulled into the shopping center to exchange info. He was an Indian dude. Not that that matters…it’s was just difficult to understand him at times. My car took the brunt of the damage. His only had scratches, but wanted to call the cops anyway.
The next week I made a coffee run to Dunkin Donuts. I’m pretty sure the guy at the counter was the guy I hit. (Not 100% sure…they all look alike.) I made a vague “Hey, how are you doing?” He said “fine” or something, but it seemed as if he didn’t recognize me at all. (Not 100% sure…we all look alike. Ha ha!)