Money Mindset

Don’t Blame Your Money, the Innocent Bystander

It was a very loud THUNK.

I was at the gas pump, minding my business, when someone driving past hit my car.

And then kept moving, headed for the car wash next door.

I ran after it, yelling and waiving my arms.

When the car finally stopped, the Little Old Lady (for real!) rolled down her window and stared at me as though I were possessed by demons. (To be fair, I was panting, and with my long hair streaming behind me in a tangled mess, must have looked like a Japanese ghost.)

Here’s what went down:

Me (pissed off): “You hit my car!”

Little Old Lady (looking puzzled): “I didn’t hit anything.”

Me (getting madder): “Look, lady, that’s my car, the red golf wagon at the gas pump. You hit me when you drove past. Didn’t you hear it?”

Little Old Lady (looking around for someone to validate): “I didn’t hear anything.”

Me (eyebrows to my hairline): …

Little Old Lady (blinks a couple of times): “You must have been too close.”

I was the one who was PARKED.