Monday, August 14, 2006
Weekend bad luck
Just our luck. Incident 1 On Saturday, while on our way back from the market, at a traffic light on a slope, Daddy stopped behind a small truck loaded with long wooden poles. The truck suddenly backed towards our car; Daddy pressed on the honk, but the truck driver was obviously dreaming, the truck just continued to slide down the slope towards our car, and suddenly BANG! One of the wooden pole just cut straight into our bonnet. Daddy was furious, he immediately overtook the truck, blocked the truck with his car and got down, making sure the truck driver did the same and checked on the damage. Daddy was pointing at the driver, then his car, we couldn't hear what he was saying, but it's obvious he's very angry, an emotion he doesn't show much in the presence of Zara (he's more patient with Zara than me). Zara pointed to Daddy and said, "Daddy so rude", not seeing this side of him before. When Daddy got back into the car, he said when they talked about who's going pay for the repair, the truck driver just said he's just a driver for the company truck, and won't have money to pay Daddy. Incident 2 On Sunday, I went to have dinner at my sis' place and after dinner I brought my dad out for coffee. As I was driving towards the coffee place, going on a straight road, a sudden BANG! and the whole car shook and skidded a bit sideways. We got knocked by a car exiting from a junction on the left! I immediately stopped the car, my dad, the hero, stomped out and started approaching the other car. I parked the car properly, checked the damage, unstrapped Zara from the car seat, carried her and walked towards the other car. I could hear my Dad shouting at the young driver, "You just got your license and you are still on probation and you are driving like a madman?!!" He was giving the boy a lecture. The boy was apologising profusely. I told him I'll get someone to evaluate the damage and then bill him. There's a bad dent on the left back passenger side just after the door, all the way to the bumper. We exchanged phone numbers, and after more apologies from him, we left. I told my dad why he was so angry, and scolded the boy so harshly. What if he was some road bully and beat him up? He's way too gangho. My dad. I was shaken by the accident, but then I counted my blessings. If I'd drove any slower, or if the driver drove any faster, he could have knocked right into the back passenger car door, where Zara was seated. I don't want to imagine that. And I was driving Daddy's car, and not my car, which has cheaper spare parts, more common colour, and he already has a dent from the day before, so if he needed to knock the dent back, he can get them done all together. Lucky in a way?