I'm buried half in the ditch with my car's butt on the wrong side of the road as some rubberneckers begin to gather up at the intersection. I am still sitting in my seat counting fingers and toes when the other driver opens my passenger door and starts screaming about how I was the cause of such a close call, wait what? I didn't even get a chance as this woman is chewing me out, telling me I could have killed her, her three elderly passengers and my two daughters and what was I thinking? I'm thinking,"But you were speeding over a blind hill."
Miss Five, bless her, pipes up from the backseat "Why are you so grumpy? Mummy said sorry." and that was the thing before I knew it, *I* had been apologising to her. I was doubting myself; maybe I was in the wrong, maybe she didn't cut me off, maybe I was the cause of upset in three elderly ladies, maybe I was the one responsible? I apologise, start my car, drive the 2-3 miles home, walk in the door, go get a hug from my husband, make a cup of tea, eat a chocolate digestive and all of a sudden:
I had been saving this for some motor sport special occasion, like Le Mans Grand Prix or the Indy 500 etc but after today's fiasco I think I can only agree totally with Yellow there are so many idiots on the road.