Married?????….sheesh!

A few years back, when I was still a smoker, I was driving home from work and realized I was in desperate need of a fresh pack of cigarettes. I pulled into the 7-11 parking lot near my apartment and lingered in my car for a few moments as I gathered my various bits and pieces together.

Just as I was getting out of my car and getting ready to slam the door shut I heard a distinctive ***CARRRUUUUNCCCCHHHH*****

I looked over and the car next to me had cut the wheel too soon and plowed into the back passenger side door of my car.

The guy behind the wheel of the other car just sort of put his head on his steering wheel and seemed to be shaking it in disbelief.

I stood there glaring at him.

He looked up at me and threw the car into drive. Rather than adjust his steering I watched as….***CARRRUUUUNCCCCHHHH***** he pulled back into the parking space taking more of my car with him.

I walked over to his car and gently tapped on the window and said, “Ummm yeah….so I’m gonna need to get your information here…wanna get out of the car?”

He slowly got out of the car, shaking his head and profusely apologizing.

Rather than inspect the damage done to my car he immediately walked to the front of his and started looking at the scratches and dents he put on the front driver’s side of his BMW.

“Hey guy”, I said “I’m sure there’s time to inspect your car but can you toss me your license and insurance information please?”

“I’m so sorry…so sorry..so sorry”, he kept repeating.

“Do you think there is any way we can do this without involving my insurance company?”, he pleaded.

“Yeah, I’m sure there is”, I said, my nicotine edge slowly wearing off, “but I still want to get your info”.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his Driver’s License and Insurance Card and handed them over to me.

“Umm….I guess I need to get your information too”, he said.

As I fumbled in my purse for a pen and paper I sort of shook my head and replied…”Naw, you hit me so I think your info will do just fine!”

I started to jot down his name and other tidbits as he stood nervously near me. Trying to make him feel a bit more relaxed, I commented on the middle name listed on his Driver’s License.

“Oh”, I said, “your middle name is Pasquale. That’s my dad’s middle name. You don’t see that name too often”.

He walked a little closer to me and said “Really!?!? Is that really your dad’s middle name. Wow…so are you Italian?”

I sort of chuckled and said “Yup, sure am!”

“Oh”, he said leaning in closely….”So…..are you married?”

I took a step back and laughed.

“Yeah dude”, I replied…”I think we may have to go through the insurance company on this one!”