Please accept my sincere apologies for having traumatised you after you’d somehow managed to inadvertently scrape your (very big) vehicle against mine this morning.
I really do understand that there was absolutely no way you could have seen me, considering that I drive such a small, nondescript, invisible car, and despite the fact that both your passengers were having a jol looking down my very bright blouse. Yip. NO chance.
The fact that you were in the wrong lane (i.e. the-other-way-only-lane) trying to turn across another lane – and thus over me – did not give me the right to verbally abuse you like I did.
Nor the fact that I am trying to sell my car – which was in mint condition prior to our brief tango – having bragged that it’s immaculate and accident-free, which is not accident-free anymore, thanks so much to you.
And no, I do not expect you to pay for the damages coz’ I’m sure you don’t earn even a smidgeon of what this is going to cost to be fixed. So I guess I’m the loser alround, hey? No-claim bonus se moer, neh?
So again, I’m really, truly sorry. Next time I’ll think twice before blowing my top and screeching at people in such an ungainly and unladylike fashion. Whether their fault or not. It was uncalled for.
And thanks again, for making me realise what a horrible person I can be, screaming at a helplessly excellent driver such as you.
PS: XXX, I’m truly right as rain and in a freakishly excellent mood, so don’t worry about me at all!!
PPS: and to those farken idiots who still had a good gander and laugh at the spectacle this morning – how bleddie mature of you!
PPPS: lastly, thanks for reminding me that I still do have a heart, all things considering! If it wasn’t for you….
FFPPFS: and my farken name is Dee-ai-zee-zee-why. Get it RIGHT, dammit!!
Edit (16:44, it’s home-time and I’m still here FFS’!!)
I just wanted to make something clear –
This guy is a driver for XXX XXX company. He has NO money. He lives in a shack.
He’d just gotten his license and started working at this place two weeks ago. It’s prolly his FIRST proper job.
WHAT are the chances of him being able to pay this? No freakin way. And it seems to me his company wants to shove this all on his shoulders. Hence I feel sorry for him.
I’m seeing the manager tomorrow, THEY will need to take the flack for this.
Shame man, I scared the living daylights outta the poor fellow. Sorry, Brother. Maara eish…..