posted on Jul, 13 2011 @ 06:45 AM
Bizarro World alright. Last week I ducked into the supermarket to buy some non-fluoridated water. I was in there about 10 minutes. When I came out I
saw that someone had hit my parked car and the light and indicator lens was smashed onto the ground and the bumper buckled. I was puzzled for a minute
wondering if it was indeed my vehicle. Then a guy who had been sitting in his car in the next parking bay to mine saw my confusion, attracted my
attention and pointed to an old lady who was writing on a piece of paper on the bonnet of her car.
I walked over to her and asked if she had hit my car. "Yes", she said and then handing me the piece of paper with her name and registration on it
she asked, "Is that all you need?" I replied,"I just need the details of your driver's license too."
At this she said, "You know most people would have just driven away and not stopped."
Regretfully (now) I replied, "Yes, you're a real angel for doing the right thing." In a sarcastic tone.
She then started accusing me that it was my fault that she had hit my car because I was not parked in the exact middle of the parking bay. (I was well
within the boundary lines) The guy in the next bay had come out of his vehicle in the mean time and told her, "no he is parked inside of the white
The old lady said, "Well, we'll just let the insurance companies decide whose fault it is."
After she said this and sensing forthcoming complications, I asked the third party if he would stand witness for me, as he had seen the whole event,
which he agreed to do. I then started taking photos of the scene and of her car. As I did this she was following me around and yelling in my ear, "It
was your fault....it was your fault!" Her voice was not the voice of a nice little old lady, it sounded like the bellow of some mannish banshee, like
a bull roaring. My eardrum felt like it was being blasted off its mounting.
I said, "Lady, please show me your license so I can get out of here, I have some important things to do."
She held her license over her head, shouting, "I won't, I won't!"
She seemed to be relatively wealthy and had all kinds of heavy gold jewelry about her and owned the latest model vehicle.
I suddenly became aware that she was possessed by a power greater than what her physical appearance suggested and so I refused to be baited any
further by her and just replied in terms of one or two words.
Finally she calmed down a little and holding onto her license tightly, wrote out the license number for me. Then she asked me for my license which I
held out to her. She snatched it out of my hand and began to write out half the number then stopped and focused on my photo.
"What country are you from?....what is your race?"
"Lady, does it matter? Just write down the number I have things to do"
She repeated the surname three times in different accents..."Bosnian...are you Bosnian...or maybe...."
I didn't reply to her.
She finished writing down the number and handed me back the license.
As I reached out to take it, she pulled it back towards her, saying, "What is this other number here on the photograph?"
Lady, I don't know."
"Why you don't know?"
"Just write it down if you want, okay?"
She writes it down and then handing it back to me says, "I knew there was a reason you didn't want to give me your license."
Bizarre. Sign of the times. Nothing is at it seems or is expected to seem. Inside out and upside down.