"I Was The Blame And This Is All My Fault"

The traffic was heavy today and I was in a rush. I had just ordered from my favorite restaurant. Everyday around this time traffic would become ridiculous. People were traveling from all over and there is a possibility that some were just plan lost. I took off in my car as I got on the exit. The place was ten minutes away but I was determine to get there in five.

Nevertheless, five minutes became twenty-five. So there I was stuck in traffic, swearing with bad gestures as the cars dodge in and out of the lanes. My exit was about three feet away and I couldn't get to it because there was a disable vehicle blocking the lane. Boy was I mad! I kept saying why isn't he on the side of the road. Who was this and why the hell did he pick now, to break down.

I called the restaurant and told them that I was on the way and to keep my food fresh. He told me to hurry because he was not giving any refunds tonight. "Dang!" I was angry as I hit the dash board. I should of Door Dash, I thought to myself. On the other hand, I doubt that it would have made any difference. The traffic would of been the same and I would of have still been mad about this situation.

It was raining pretty heavy and all you could see was the tail lights of the cars in front of me. Everyone around me was honking and trying to get to their destination. Things were beginning to worsen on the road as we moved slowly towards the exit. I kept watching the clock as I anticipated being on time. This was the longest I had ever been stuck in traffic and it was only seven pm. My food was scheduled to be picked up at fifteen minutes ago.

I thought to myself, if I could get close enough to the exit, then I can get around the disable vehicle without any confusion. My stomach was growling and my aggravation was starting to get the best of me. These people had to move and they had to move immediately. At this moment, I was losing all self-control and I wanted to get off this toxic highway.

So I did what any hungry person would do in this situation. I put on my bright beams and turn on my hazard lights. Honking the horn persistently as I watched the other cars move aside. Easing through the heavy traffic there was a police officer directing the traffic towards the left. As I drove by him he said, "Lady!" "What are you doing?" "You cant come through here!" "There is a detour, so go that way!" I shrugged him off as I continued to ease my way towards the exit. I was determine and only a few minutes away from getting to my food.

Eagerly, I got out the car and move the detour sign away from the original exit just so I could go pass the disable vehicle. I got back inside my vehicle, and headed to my exit. At the same time there was another car traveling in the same direction. We both ended up hitting one another. I heard the person in the other car say, "Hey, watch where you going!" It was to late, and the damage was already done. Not only was I late picking up my food, but now I had damage to my car.

The police officer looked up and blew his whistle. He got into his car and came behind us both with sirens and flashing lights. As he got out the car he walked over and saw that the sign was moved. Feeling disgruntle he walked up to the car and shine the lights inside. I tried to hide my face under my hat hoping that he wouldn't recognize me. I knew this wasn't going to be good for me.

Tapping on the window, he looked at me and said, "You just couldn't help yourself!" "License and registrations please!" I folded my arms and slumped down in the seat. I knew that I was in trouble but I didn't want to be the blame. If only the disable vehicle was on the side of the road then none of this would be happening. The detour sign wouldn't of been blocking my exit and I would have been able to get to my food.

Sadly, I sat in the car rationalizing on the fact that I now have a fender bender. Not to mention that I will be given a ticket for obstruction of property. All because I couldn't wait patiently to take a detour. The officer came back and gave me a ticket and told me to get over in the other lane. I could tell that he was unhappy with me. I had broken the law and could have very well cost others their safety.

He told me to get home safely and try not to cause anymore accidents. He also took the detour sign and put it back in front of the exit. I got back into the line and thought about how imprudent I was tonight. I drove away thinking that this is all my fault. I was now late getting my food due to my irrational behavior. I should of known better and needed to remember to do better.

So, after a while I arrived at the restaurant. I picked up my cold food, which now had grease leaking through the bag. As I began to walk out the door the guy that was in the stalled car was coming in. I heard the cashier say, "Here you are sir, hot, ready and on time as you order!" He turned around and said, "Thanks for being patient!" I guess the moral to this story is that patient is a virtue of having self-control.

I realize that we can sometimes make quick decisions on an impulse. These types of decision can sometimes lead to bad mistakes. Therefore, no matter how I looked at this situation, or whichever way that I wanted to point fingers, I realize that I was the blame and this is all my fault!