On Saturday evening, I got rear ended. Thank God my car wasn’t damaged and I only ended up with minor whiplash, all in all not a big deal.
But here’s what coulda been…
The guy coulda pulled over, checked to see if I was ok, if my car was ok. We coulda exchanged numbers. It coulda been our meet cute. Cue the adorable plucky music for adorable plucky us…
(The scene opens on two cars pulling into a BP gas station. The heroine of our story steps out of her bright yellow punch buggy, her pink hair a little disheveled, her mood a little disheveled.)
(Cute guy steps out of his white Range Rover with an apologetic, yet charming smirk.)
“Couldn’t you see me?” She asks him.
“I am so sorry ma’am!! I was not paying attention. Are you ok? Is your car ok?” he asks.
She looks at his disarming smile and cracks one herself. “Looks like no damage was done. You’re a lucky guy!”
“That remains to be seen.” He steps closer.
“Well, we should really exchange information. You know, in case you find some damage.”
“Oh, we should, should we? Cause…uh…I don’t see any damage.” She takes a step closer.
“I don’t know…I think I see a scratch. you should come take a look.”
They both step closer to the car and to each other. Sparks fly.
They go on 5 dates, fall madly in love and tell the adorable story of how they met at their wedding reception!
Alas….what really happened on Saturday after I was rear ended was this:
As I pulled into the BP gas station to see if my car was ok, to see if his car was ok like a normal human being…he just drove off. Leaving me to wonder “WHAT THE HELL, DUDE?!!” And the adorable story of our potential romance was not to be…
What I’m saying is that it pays to be a kind person. And he will never know…what coulda been!!
(Don’t worry…I’m as upset about the poster spelling “Its” wrong as you are!)