Ted volunteered to help me do the grocery shopping. This year, I decided to host a small Thanksgiving Dinner (emphasis on small). At the most, we’re talking about ten people; Ted and I included. So with a list in one hand, we’re off to the nearby Costco. We got some marinated chicken, prime rib, couple bottles of wine, veggies and some pies for dessert. Didn’t took us long, in about an hour we’re already in line at the front register.
Ted offered to drive home, but as we were getting out of the parking lot. All of a sudden I heard a loud tire screech and we both jolted sideways (car included). It then occured to us that a van hit the right rear side of my car. My initial reaction was to scream at Ted and he looked back at me, all pissed. We got out and checked the damage, there’s this huge dent and shattered tail lights. A young man (aged eighteen) was driving the van and was very apologetic about the whole incident. He said he lost control of his van, pressing the gas instead of the brakes. He took the fault for the accident and we exchanged insurance information. I called my agent right away to report the damage, got in the driver seat and grab the keys from Ted.
The fifteen minute drive home was uneventful. We were both quiet the whole time. I knew he was mad, but he remained silent. I was quick to yell at him, and I shouldn’t have done that. It was an accident and noboby wanted for that to happen. I had to admit, I was wrong. I should have kept my cool, it wasn’t Ted’s fault.
Soon as we got home, Ted got out and drove away in his car. I was about to say something to him, but he was gone without even saying a word. I figured that I need to give him some space. But I decided to call his home phone and leave a voice message. I said how sorry I was about the whole incident and it was wrong of me to raise my voice. I kept it short and I hanged up after.
Couple hours has passed, I heard my door bell rang. To my surprise, it was Ted on his knees saying he was sorry. It was a bit embarrassing cause my neighbours saw the whole scene and they were laughing about it. So I asked him to get up and get inside the house right away. Over dinner, we had a lengthy conversation about our bad temper. We’re both guilty of mood swings and intolerance. But rest assured, we made a mutual arrangement — we’ve decided to give and take. That if one person is fuming mad, the other should be calm and understanding. That means, me giving Ted a piece of my crappy mind and him doing all the taking (quietly) in one corner. Hahahaha! I guess, that works for me!