Anyway, the lady was lost, so we tried to help her. Of course she had no address on hand, nor a phone number, and while we tried to google her destination, she walked out while mumbling that she'd find her way just fine.
It was only when she got in her car that I noticed the dents and dings all over her car. Every single body panel was dented, scraped, or otherwise mangled. I ran outside to prevent disaster, but I was too late. She had already backed into a royal blue Honda S2000. I had to risk my life and step in front of her vehicle to get her attention.
She had no idea that she had hit a car, and proved so, by saying, "But I didn't hear any loud noises." I doubted she could hear much at all, and I figured that out in the thirty seconds of conversation I had with her just moments before. As she climbed out of her car with fuzzy seat and steering wheel covers, she performed a strange maneuver of snaking her left arm through the steering wheel to shift her car into park.
Some people shouldn't be driving, period. And this lady, well, she probably shouldn't be driving as of ten years ago. I hope someone will have the guts to stand up to me years from now, put out their hand, and say: "Give me the keys, it's time."
Next time I'll be on the watch for cars that have possibly been used in demolition derbies, and I'll kindly ask them to leave before they damage any of our cars. In fact, I'll probably ask them to just step out of the vehicle so I can pull it around for them. Yeah, that sounds better. Then I wave from the curb as they turn out into oncoming traffic (it's a one way street). Yikes!
-Biggs
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