A car crash

It happened last Saturday. My car was hit by a Santa Fe SUV. All I remember is that I pressed on the brake pedal at red lights. There was a sudden, unexpected bang and my head hit the headrest quite hard, and then a calm moment persisted for a while until I figured out what had just happened. A car hit my Sonata on the back.

When I managed to see what was behind me on the side mirror, a 50-something-looking woman got out of her SUV and started to walk up fast toward me as if she was charging toward an enemy on a battle field. When I opened my door, immediately all hell broke loose out of her dirty mouth—those swearing words and curses. But actually there was no point in her argument that I should have run the red light.

"So, should I have run the red light? What the hell are you talking about? Shut up!" was my response.

I called my wife, who was then at home nearby, having her call our insurance company on her way to the scene. There were honks from cars passing by, and soon police arrived, presumably acting on reports by passers-by grumbling about the traffic jam caused by two stopped cars on the road. Then arrived unnecessarily-many towing vehicles. And then insurers from each side arrived. The woman, who was the perpetrator, kept noisy until the accident was finally declared as 100 percent her fault. My car was towed away to a Hyundai car service center for repair and we received a rental car for use until we take back our car.

I went to a nearby hospital and went through a normal procedure including an X-ray picture-taking. Both I and my wife agreed that the perpetrator’s behavior was inexcusable and so disgusting that I had to do something. I had myself admitted to the hospital--something I had never done before in my life, and it was in that 8-people room that I met an interesting man.

To be continued...