Hitting off the New Year

From the time my kids were little, I have tried to instill The Golden Rule.

“Jules, treat others as you wish to be treated.”

“Ok, Mommy but if I hit Jennifer and she hits me back it won’t hurt as much cuz I’m bigger.”

And while I have tried my best to follow The Golden Rule, I fear that somehow the word has gotten out and I have been targeted.

A few months ago, my car was rear-ended by a young man while exiting the off ramp.

“Whoa, like I’m sorry man. My bad.” said the man.

“It’s okay.” I said. “I’ve done the same thing before. That’s why they call them accidents.”

“Like thanks for being so chill.” said the man.

“You’re welcome. Have a nice day.”

I do think, however, that I may have gotten carried away with all this niceness. I am afraid that word has gotten out that I am a pushover when it comes to accidents and being nice.

Just before New Year’s I was involved in yet another car accident. Only this time the driver (an elderly gentleman) smashed up the front bumper of my car.

“Oh dear,” said the man.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Gee, you’re all dressed up. Were you on your way to church?” I asked.

“No, I’m not. I’m afraid this hasn’t been a very good day.” he said as he shook his head.

“Well at least the sun is shining. And that, Sir, is a very nice tie.” I remarked.

As I recounted the details of the accident to my husband, he just shook his head.

“I don’t believe it.” he said. “Another accident. How can you be so nice to all these people who keep hitting you?”

“They’re just people.” I said. “It’s not like they’re doing it on purpose.” I rationalized.

“How come you’re not that nice to me when I forget to use a coaster or throw out something that should be recycled or when I forget to pick up the kids or let the dog out, when I leave the lights on or when I leave the garage door open on a cold day or when I lose the checkbook or when I snore at night?”