We both got out of our cars, I leaned on the side of my car and she put her hands in her pockets and kind of smiled. She followed me right into the parking lot and parked next to my car. She wiped her tears away, again, “ok, I’d like that, I need someone to talk to.” I was half expecting her to take off, but she didn’t. “Do you want to pull over into that parking lot and we can talk about it?” I asked her.
I’m literally having a nervous breakdown right now.” I really didn’t know what to say to her, I could just let it go and let her be on her way, but something told me to chill, something told me to make sure she was going to be ok. I feel like everything I do today is just cursed. She nodded and then sighed, “It’s been such a shitty day you know? I just need a break. “I take it you don’t have insurance,” I said.
Please don’t call the police,” she said looking at me, tears still streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry, I was paying attention to something else… the damage doesn’t look that bad on your car. She was a bit chubby, but I like curves on women – and she had some nice tits. Her door opened up and she got out of the car and started apologizing to me. Her window was rolled up and she looked at me, shaking her head, wiping away the tears. I walked to their window to find a raven haired Latina, crying. The other driver’s car had a pretty nice dent in the hood. I got out of my car to assess the damage, it was barely a scratch and could easily be buffed out. Yesterday was just another shitty day for me on this god forsaken rock, until I was rear ended in traffic on my way home from work.