Collide:(v) to hit with force when moving
I lied like a rug, therefore I assume my feet stunk.
I have no witnesses to the odor, just as there really were no “Amen-ers” to my testimony (which was really a lie).
Taking my old beat-up van onto the road, I was not entering the freeway with safety and concern.
I was yearning for something a bit more intimate.
So I smacked him in the side. Being very young, I decided to collide. So I smacked him in the side.
He was an older gentleman–perhaps in his late sixties or early seventies. He was so upset by the collision, and also how quickly the highway patrolman arrived at the scene, that I was able to come up with the story for the accident, which left him dumbfounded, bereft.
I explained to the policeman that I was already in the lane and that this gentleman came across and hit me.
The facts didn’t measure up, and if the cop had been any kind of investigative sort whatsoever he would have challenged me.
But since the older gent stood there slack-jawed, with bulging eyes, he looked horribly guilty. I, on the other hand, did my very best Shakespearean rendition, portraying much of the hurt and pain of Prince Hamlet of Denmark.
So not only was I deemed free from responsibility for the accident, but the ancient dude got a ticket.
I ended up getting a check for $450 from his insurance company to repair my van, which I chose not to do, since any part on my van I repaired would have been yelled at by the other parts, which were more terminally ill.
I so enjoyed my $450–and as far as I know, the innocent gentleman I hit went to court and spent even more money to cover the expanse of my lie.
Now, I know at this point we need a moral to the story. For instance, later on I saw the gentleman and paid him back, or I drove all night to the highway patrol station and confessed my misadventure.
None of this happened.
So I guess the true lesson from this story is, you should do things because they’re right–not because you’re expecting a payoff. And if you get a payoff, it certainly does not mean that it’s right.
“What goes around comes around.”
It doesn’t always come around your way.
Or go around, for that matter.