There is a little background to my story. Several years earlier (when I was a scrawny high school kid) I was sorta on the other side. I was in a parking lot (way out in the suburbs of Chicago) and as I backed out I hit another car in their front bumper. I looked in the rearview mirror and what I saw was one of the most horrific nightmares I ever saw. I am really dancing around this description because it would be stereotyping and politically incorrect for ECF. Let's just say it was a hopped up Cadillac with five of the biggest, meanest, inner city, Chicago dudes you ever saw. All wearing more gold than Fort Knox had in their vaults. One of the dudes in the back seat got out of the car and slowly walked up to my window. He had biceps on him fatter than my thighs. I thought I was a dead man. Long story short, I had no money or
insurance so there was no way I could make good on the damage I caused. He opened my door and told me I'm gonna have to talk to the man. So he escorted me to the driver's window. The driver was just as big and coulda tied me up in a pretzel with one arm. He waited a minute, looking straight ahead the whole time. Finally, he lowered his window. He never looked at me. "Let me get this straight. You have no money and no way to pay for the damages. Do I understand this right?" YES SIR (as I nearly lost control of my bladder), YOU HAVE THAT RIGHT! I honestly believed it was going to be the last words I ever spoke. Somehow, some way, he let me go. But he got my address and license plate and I agreed to pay him for the damage within one month. Well, let's say I begged him to pay for his damage. He never once looked at me.
After I left, I knew there wasn't any chance I could come up with the money to pay these dudes...not without committing some kind of a crime. I decided to take my chances and not pay these guys because I knew I couldn't. So I spent the next month just waiting for these bad boys to show up and kill me. I lived in pure terror every second of every day. God must have been looking out for me because they never came for me. The fear eventually vanished but let me tell you, I was really shook up for awhile. I always thought the pain of committing a crime to repay these dudes would have been easier to take than the pain of these big bad dudes living inside my head wondering when they would pop around a corner and beat me to death.
This is where I got the idea to respond to that chick who hit my car.
