I’ve recently had to do car-shopping, because I did something impatient and stupid at a red light. One week ago. I was at a red light and going right, waiting for a break in traffic. I saw one and hit the accelerator—the woman in front of me didn’t. Whoops! Did 3G or so damage to her Infiniti Q37, and because I bent the frame supports in my RAV, I totaled it. Found a replacement vehicle (a newer RAV) very quickly. It was 100% my fault. The other driver is alright. The Sheriff’s deputies that showed up got there, and I told them, “I’m at fault 100% here.” Their response? “Sir, we still need your license and registration.” They apologized, it seemed, for ticketing me. I figure that they saw that I was respectful by “helping the investigation out,” so they weren’t about to rub it in to me. I appreciate that.
Lurking DUmmies—I didn’t go into a long dissertation on the injustices of Trump, or anything stupid like that. I respected them, and they respected me. Give it to get it.