Afternoon Debacle

After a rather demeaning and horrid day at work yesterday I ventured to my car to make the journey back to my place of residence where I would then pour a glass of wine and enjoy my evening. My plans were a bit flawed, I just did not yet know it.

Note: There are times when a bad day can definitely get worse . . . try not to think you have seen the worst of it at any point in time.

As I backed my car from the parking spot I noticed a fellow parking garage occupant backing from his spot. Now being the courteous and caring person that I am, I stopped my car to make room for his departure. He backed out successfully and pulled forward as though he were soon to be exiting the parking garage to his own safe haven . . . that place we all call "home."

At this point I decided I would venture out of my parking area once again. I put the car in reverse (a convenient step when you are trying to move the car backward) and eased the car back. I looked both ways (as we're trained to do from childhood when crossing the street while holding mommy's hand), and I noticed that my fellow occupant was backing up toward me.

Now if real life were like this blog I would have had more than ample time to analyze the situation. I would have realized that I could put my car into drive and move back into safety (the parking spot). Unfortunately, real life does not slow down long enough to evaluate a situation fully so I had to decide in just a split-second what I was going to do. I moved my wheel to get the back end of my car out of the way. Who wants to have an accident? Seriously. We all try to avoid getting hit when we can. So I reacted.

Now as I'm sure you're feeling proud of me for avoiding a near damaging experience . . . keep in mind that I was in a parking garage. Being the type of person who likes to avoid door dents, I had parked near the concrete support beam. Have you put it all together yet?

Yes, I definitely turned my car directly into a support beam while trying to avoid an accident. So close to safety and then BAM! Apparently not getting hit has a fair share of damage associated with it as well.

So now that you're probably laughing at me (which would be somewhat justified) I want to tell you the final part of the story.

Remember that guy who I was nice to . . . the one who later tried to hit me . . . well he saw the whole thing. Anyone want to muster a guess as to what he did?

He drove away. Yes, I am nice to him by moving out of his way and save him an ass ton of money and he drives away.

As though I did not already think the world was horribly unjust and full of hatred . . .