I think we all remember our first accident. Whether it happened just a few days after we got our driver’s license or we managed to get into the unit of measure of months, we can all recall even the tiniest details surrounding that incident.
The funny thing is that, in most cases, it wasn’t even something that memorable. It’s usually a minor bump at low speed that was totally avoidable had we paid a little more attention to what was going on around us. In my case, for instance, it happened as I was approaching an intersection and the car in front of me braked. I braked and swerved left to go by it, but I managed to clip the left rear corner and send it crashing into a third car stopped in front of it. To this day I claim that its taillights didn’t work so I couldn’t see it was braking, but it doesn’t really matter now.
Now that I think about it, my accident is weirdly similar to this one right here. Not only did this guy fail to brake as well, but even the driver he hit is oddly similar to the one I had the pleasure with. Granted, mine was a woman, but apart from that, it’s like they could be brother and sister. She too climbed out of the car yelling, ready to have a (verbal) go at me. Which she did, when she realized I wasn’t in the position to bite back because I was overwhelmed by the whole incident.
Oh, I should warn you that there’s some strong language (the repetitive use of the F word, to be more precise), so put on your headphones if there are kids watching. I can understand how aggravating being hit can be (after the first accident we’ve caused, we’ve all had the pleasure of switching sides at least once, right?), but the Toyota FJ Cruiser driver makes a little too much of it. Well, I guess if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be this funny. “It ain’t even no f***ing snow out here! I just washed this motherf****r.” Priceless.