My Car Accident Experience

Since I am new to blogging, I am not entirely sure what information I wanted to share via internet.  Thus far, I feel that a good place to start is to write about activities surrounding life, specifically my life.  With that said, I forgot about the almost near death experience that occurred on Saturday.  I am highly exaggerating, but it does make a good story so here it goes...

     On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I headed to job #3 to fulfill my five hours of work per week.  It was a great day and one of the first real days signifying the onset of summer.  The smell of honeysuckle lingered in the air, the sky was a clear blue with cotton ball clouds scattered in the horizon.  With my windows rolled down and my four-legged best friend, Destiny, in the passenger seat I thought to myself, this is going to be a great day.
     I passed over the small trestle bridge on the highway and made sure to admire the boats lining the ocean, it was my favorite part of the drive.  This also signified that in about a mile or so I was going to have to get in the right lane, ensuring I veered to the right on the upcoming fork in the road.  I put on my right blinker, looked in my mirror, and made sure to check my blind spot.  The coast was clear and I got into the right lane.
     Suddenly the small flatbed truck that was in front of me started to veer into my lane.  I was in the worst position possible.  I had already past the truck's rear tires so slowing down to let him pass was mot avoiding the collision.  However, I wasn't far enough up where I could speed past him into safety.  My only option was to slam on the breaks and steer my car as far right as possible.  In doing so, Destiny's poor little face hit the dashboard and I scraped my tire violently along the curb.  The truck still hit me, swiping across the left side of my tiny red car.  The left side view mirror bent forward and I could hear the angry screeching of metal on metal coming from the front end of my car.  I couldn't pay attention to my car or the truck at this moment, because I had to ensure the safety of my best friend. 
     After I made sure Destiny was all right, I looked up to see that the truck had pulled over into the emergency lane in front of me.  They were pretty far up and I am slightly on the lazy side, so I put the car in gear to drive up to the truck and give them a piece of my mind.  As I started driving up, so did the truck, I thought, maybe he's pulling into a parking space? But no, he passed the first entrance, then the next, and finally had gotten back on the highway heading north. 
     He was leaving!
     My hands started to shake and I could feel the anger bubbling in my chest. 
     I thought to myself, this son of gun ran me off the road and is leaving the scene, without even having the consideration to check on my well-being.  Jerk! 
     Well I wasn't having it.  I put on my left blinker, checked for oncoming traffic, and veered onto the highway myself.  I put my hand on Destiny to steady her and slammed on the gas.  My tiny little car shook and convulsed in protest, but I figured it could at least catch this truck.  I got into the left lane, passed the truck, quickly got into the right lane in front of him.  I slowed down and with my whole arm out the window motioned for him to pull over. 
    Surprisingly he did.  I followed suit. 
    At this point, my anger had subsided and I wasn't entirely sure what my next course of action would be.  I got out of the car looked up.  A short, mid 30's, bald man, with intense blue eyes was glaring daggers at me.
     "I had my right blinker on," he exclaimed throwing his arms in the air.  I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms acoss my chest.  Giving him my best: bitch, bring it look.
    "That would have matter if... I WASN"T ALREADY IN THE LANE!" I yelled at him.  My sudden outburst caused him to stop mid step.  His eyes widened and he only stared.
  "That's not even the point," I continued, "what kind of jerk runs a girl off the road and then drives away?!  Is that how you were raised?"  I asked heatedly.  "Is that how you would treat your mother?"
   "I'm sorry, I didn't even think I hit you... I wasn't sure if you were going to stop," he stammered, "I wasn't sure what you wanted to do."
   "Well in the future, you at least get out of the car and make sure the person is okay," I responded.  By now I lost all steam in my argument.  My hands dropped to my side as I motoned to my car, "I don't care about the car, it cost $500 dollars it’s the fact that you just left like nothing happened.
   "All right, I get it.  I really am sorry," he said as he walked around my car making sure everything was in order.  "Everything looks alright though; I don't think there was any kind of damage."
   "Neither do I," I said, "it was more of the point."  I knew there was no damage.  I'd seen it when I got out, but... I don't know it was the point.  He kind of smirked at my response and gave me a sideways glance.  I was certain he was questioning my sanity, but I didn't care.  Common human courtesy would have you stop to ensure everyone was okay.  At this point, we parted ways, he walked over to his truck and I walked to my little red car. Right before I got in, I turned around to shout one more thing, “Have a great day.” His gri was fullof humor as he looked back.
     "Yeah you too."

So that was the story of my Saturday afternoon, it was still a great day.  Now I just had a dramatic story in addition to the great experiences of my day.