The Real Story
Seriously, I’m being framed by a pokey old “gramma – wannabe”! It wasn’t my fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
I was out for a morning walk with Josephine and Henrietta. We were strolling along at 6:39 am when Josephine challenged me and said she could beat me across the road. I saw the lights headed in our direction and told her that we needed to wait. It would be too close to make sure that we could all three cross safely. But because Josephine ALWAYS has to be first, she takes off running.
And then what does that ditzy driver do?
She slows down. Josephine is across the road, I’m waiting on her and she, the one behind the wheel of that vehicle, decides to . . . slow down.
“REALLY? What was she thinking?”
I simply could NOT believe it. Where on earth did she go to school for driving? Maybe they will revoke her license!
Henrietta waited in the ditch, but I decided to cross before any other vehicles headed our way. The expression on that lady’s face was amazing.
I think she was praying or something because she was making this awful face and saying something. I know she wasn’t on her phone because I’ve seen plenty of those cause accidents before!
“Why on earth did she slow down?”
I really thought she was going to swerve to the other side of the road. That’s pretty dangerous and she would have rolled that little tin can if she’d tried that. But no, she has to go and slow down. If she had just kept going, she would have been fine.
So the car hits me where I’m just standing by the side of the road, minding my own business. It was headed towards me so I was braced for the impact and as the car hit, I was in the air bouncing across the road. I felt a slight scrape where some of my hair was gouged off my thigh, but that was it for injuries! I was so out of there before that lady did something silly and backed up to run over Henrietta.
Poor Henrietta; I don’t know if she will ever get over her near miss. She was so scared that she turned around and went back down in the ditch to hide. She refused to cross the road for hours. (Kinda silly because if anyone was going to be traumatized it should have been me, the deer who was hit by that silver Pontiac Vibe at 6:41 am on that dark Thursday morning.)
“Should I file a report? How do I make sure my side of the story gets told?”
Who knows what kind of lies that silly driver has been telling to cover up her failure to have control of her car! She should have been able to stop if she had just put her foot on the brake faster! Won’t someone want to talk to the witnesses?
“Not my fault! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! After all, there was a deer crossing sign there . . . I was following directions!”
Now that I think of it, can I sue that lady driver in court for the damage, and pain and suffering caused? My hair looks like a trophy hanging on her car!
If you missed the story from the driver’s point of view, you can read it here.
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