Looks harmless, right?
Well, ask the 16 year old version of me and I’d say, “not so much.” You see, a UPS truck hit me back then. I was driving my mother’s Volvo. (sorry, Mom.)
I still contend it was not my fault. Unfortunately, no one else in the universe agreed. And I mean no one. But answer me this. If there is a suburban road and not enough room for a Volvo and a UPS truck to go past each other, who can go? I say, the one who’s lane is clear. My lane was clear. The UPS truck was smack dab in the middle of the road. His tire tracks proved it. So I say, he hit me. I was right where I was supposed to be. He wasn’t.
I’ve matured a little. At least enough to know that the bigger guy has the right of way even if he doesn’t.
And I haven’t had an accident or a ticket since I was 16. Grant it, I did have another accident at 16 after the UPS incident. It was my fault – inexperience on wet roads. And it was serious. What they say about Volvos doing that accordion thing? It’s true. And yes, it’s also true that I gave my license back to the DMV until I was 21. (it’s not like I was a prize for insurance companies at this point.)
But since I was 21 (and that’s a long time), I have not had a moving violation or an accident.
And that includes the UPS truck the other day.
Here he came, barreling down the road in my neighborhood. I was in my minivan. He was smack dab in the middle of the road.
This was some serious deja vu. Only difference was the roads were not snow-covered this time. (Did I mention the snow before? Hmmm. I think I forgot to mention that.)
So here comes this truck. I had the urge to hold my ground. Make him go around me. Or at least get out of my way. It was my turn to win this fight. But, I didn’t.
I was a wuss. I pulled over and smiled and waved as he drove by.
It’s not that I thought he should have the right of way. It’s not that I thought he was a great driver. It’s not even that I was being polite.
It’s just that I was hoping he was going to my house to bring my my new Wicked Good Scuffs and I didn’t want to hold him up.
Because my feet have been so darn cold.