My wife had another car mishap today. When the police arrived, she was all riled up, insisting the man she hit was completely reckless. “He was on his phone!” she fumed. “And to top it off, he was sitting there, drinking a beer!”
She was so convinced that the other driver was at fault that she didn’t even notice the confused expression on the officer’s face.
The officer, barely suppressing a grin, calmly responded, “Ma’am… he’s allowed to do that… in his own living room.”
My wife was taken aback. “What do you mean?” she asked, still fuming.
The officer gently explained, “The man you hit was sitting in his own living room, ma’am. You apparently lost control of your vehicle and crashed into his house.”
My wife’s face turned bright red as she realized her mistake. The other driver, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
The officer, still trying to maintain a straight face, asked my wife if she was okay and if she needed any medical attention. My wife, still embarrassed, shook her head and apologized profusely.
As the officer took statements and filed his report, my wife couldn’t help but laugh at her own mistake. It was a humbling experience, but thankfully, no one was seriously hurt.
And as for the other driver, he was very understanding and even invited my wife in for a cup of coffee while they waited for the tow truck to arrive. Who knows, maybe they’ll even become friends!