He was a young kid. I could tell he was remorseful. I could tell he was nervous and I could tell he wanted to be anywhere but standing in front of me on the side of the road.
I was on my way to work headed toward one of those annoying round abouts when the car in the left lane began to veer into my lane. I slammed the breaks and tried to move over. But there was no room. The cars scrapped and suddenly we were in an official accident.
There was no real damage. I lost a little paint and will try to find a place to make the side of my car look brand new. I had the right to be mad but I wasn’t. I guess I understand he did not do it on purpose. He did not try to harm me, so why get mad?
Should I have cursed this kid out to scare him into paying better attention on the road? Should I have demanded to speak to his parents?
“I am so sorry,” he said. “I didn’t see you there.”
What was I supposed to do? I simply told him stuff happens and to be careful. We exchanged information in case I make an insurance claim. I don’t even want to do that. I simply want the car repainted or polished or whatever the heck they will do to it.
I’ve seen people pull over to the side of the roads and scream and holler during accidents. I’ve seen road rage first hand. I get mad when people cut me off. I beep the horn when folks try to squeeze me out of my lane. I even got into it in a car wash when people would not allow me to merge.
But I felt for this kid. Why make a scene? What was the point? What would I have gotten out of screaming at him?