Navigational Faux Pas

Navigational Faux Pas

Read the title and it speaks for itself – this morning I had a navigational faux pas, or simply, an accident. But doesn’t faux pas sound a lot less incriminating and make me look a lot less like a dumbass??? Anyways, let me set up the scene for you before I delve into the details of my early-morning fender bender. The shortcut I normally take to work from my house involves me cutting across a residential neighborhood in order to access the main road and avoid traffic. As I am waiting on this back road to access the main road, I put my foot on the accelerator and banged it, banged it good. Not much damage was done, just a minor dent in her bumper and not any damage to my front bumper. Oddly enough, after all these years of driving, this was the first accident I’ve ever been in, so I would say that I’m fortunate to have my first one (and hopefully last one) be a minor accident. The lady I hit was very friendly and we did without the whole shenanigans of the police and took down each other numbers and handled it very professionally. She was very nervous, which made no sense because it was COMPLETELY my fault. I just gave a little too much gas and didn’t look ahead quick enough and got on that booty of the car just a little too quick. I told her I would take care of the damages if they weren’t too much (to avoid raising the insurance premium – hey, what they don’t know won’t hurt them). Either way, I was fortunate to have gotten into a minor accident with a very friendly woman (who I cannot even run away from if I tried because I later found out she lives in the very same neighborhood as mine). Go figure. Anyways, I guess my navigational faux pas had to happen sooner or later – it does to all of us eventually. I just wish that the way we handled it could be a little more prevalent throughout other areas of life. If only people admitted when they were wrong and accepted responsibility. I think then things would go a lot smoother and there would be a whole lot less drama throughout our daily lives.

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