So, on my way to work this morning (forgot to set the alarm clock, so I was about 1 1/2 hours late, btw) I was on the Larpenteur Ave entrance ramp to Hwy 280 south. If anybody lives in the area, they'll know that it's a short ramp with a sharp 180 degree curve at the very end where you have to stop and wait for a hole in traffic to merge onto the highway. So I come to a stop behind a car that is waiting to take off, and watch over my left shoulder to see when the next opening in traffic is coming. About 15 seconds later, I see an opening.... and I don't know if I thought the guy in front of me had already gone, or if I just forgot he was there, or what... but once the open spot is approaching I get on the gas to take off, keeping my eyes to the left to time my merging. The next thing I know, I'm doing something to an Oldsmobile that usually costs you dinner (and a few drinks) to do to a girl. FUCK!!!
Well, we both pulled over and his rear bumper was pretty scuffed, and out of shape where it meets the fenders. My front bumper was also pretty scratched up, but surprisingly it wasn't really out of place at all--though it did feel a bit loose.
So yeah, there you have it: One of the most retarded things I have done in my life. The guy looked at me like I was a complete moron when he got out of his car, but at least he wasn't too much of an ass about it--even though he probably had a right to be.
And there goes most of my tax return. At least now I'll have a nice shiny new front bumper to match the GV lip i just ordered...
I just had kind of an interesting thought about this. I read somewhere that the visual center in your brain is capable of remembering the location of objects that were in your field of view for 7-10 seconds after you stop looking at them. I wonder if this is an illustration of that. I mean, I don't recall ever thinking "okay, he went, so I can go now". After looking over my should for a few seconds, it just completely left my consciousness that there was even a car there. But still... even if I have an excuse for why I didn't know he was there, I'm still a frickin idiot (gosh!!!) for not looking in front of me before taking off.