Fender bender

I've never had a wreck so I guess I was due, but I really hate it. I was driving at an intersection in Alpine where I had the yield sign, heading into pre-sunset bright sunlight with a big black pickup parked blocking the view of oncoming traffic. This is a quiet residential neighborhood.

As I entered the intersection slowly I couldn't see anything coming until I got into the intersection past the black pickup. A small car was speeding toward me. I should have stepped on the gas like he expected me to do, but being a little old lady, I froze. He, thinking I would continue on through the intersection, swerved toward my tail end to avoid hitting my front end as he would have if I hadn't stopped. Had I stepped on the gas when I saw him, he would therefore have missed me. Or had he expected me to stop when I saw him, he could've passed in front of me and missed me. On my mind was yielding the right-of-way to him. He never hit his brakes. He seemed like a really nice guy. I felt sorry for him. He said his car was old and he'd been wanting a new one. Maybe he'll get it now thanks to my insurance company.

A witness told me the guy was speeding, but the cop said it didn't matter, he had the right-of-way. The cop didn't take it very seriously. He didn't give either of us a ticket. Haven't told my husband yet. He goes to bed at 6 PM. Nothing he can do anyway. So that's my day.