The organised chaos

The silver lining

It’s been a rollercoaster ride, the last week has been.

The three of us jetted off to Penang for an impromptu weekend getaway and we came back on Monday feeling all loved up. The sad truth is, we hardly get a chance to spend so much time together, alone as a family, and it’s always hard when we come back home to reality.

On Wednesday, I took the little man to meet some girlfriends for coffee. On the way back, some lady decided she wanted to filter into my lane (cos she was on the bus lane at peak hour) and that she had to do it NAO. Never mind that I was minding my own business in the next lane, and almost neck-to-neck with her car.

Our cars made contact, I cursed and sounded the horn, and then continued driving.

In retrospect – because hindsight is always 20-20 – I should have stopped the car and yelled at that idiotic woman. No, really. I should have. But I drove away thinking that I was ridiculously unlucky and I just wanted to get home. At the next traffic light, the lady came up to my car and was all YOU HIT MY CAR.


I was so mad, I shook my finger at her and said, “YOU CUT INTO MY LANE.”
(I should have added BITCH at the end of the sentence there but my mama brought me up to be a polite person.)

She insisted that because my car was “behind” hers, I should have given way to her.

We exchanged numbers and that was that.

On Friday afternoon, my insurance company rang to say that the lady had filed third-party claims against me. And when I read her statement of the incident and looked at the sketch, I was fuming mad.

Patently false. Complete fabrication.

Call me naive, but I was utterly shocked. That someone would be so recklessly endanger our lives and then pin the blame on us just so that her damages would be paid for by the insurance company. HOW DOES SHE SLEEP AT NIGHT?!

But when the anger subsided, I saw that there was no point in me being angry. What’s done cannot be undone and the only thing that I can do is to file my own third-party claims against the other driver. And despite the dreadful incident, I was grateful.

That both A and I are unhurt.
That the damage to our car is minimal.
That Mr Thick has been a pillar of support, handling all the logistics.
That our trusted workshop is helping us to process the claim.
And, most importantly, that at the end of the day, I can go to bed with a clear conscience.

Yesterday, as we were driving to pick up the little man, the sun cast a beautiful glow down on us. And I said a quiet prayer of thanks to God.

For there is much to be thankful for.

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