I'm not entirely sure after what transpired if I am an asshole.
(Which I guess I can get on board with, I mean, it comes with it's own theme song 'n all:)
Or if I may be an actual, real life, big and brown, life-savin', super hero.
as SuperGirl one long ago Halloween.)
I was on my way back to BBG HQ when I witnessed some hinkyness. The kind of hinkyness that, seemed like it required some BBG intervention. In general, I'm not about stickin' my nose in the affairs of others. ...Oh, I may fuckin' have an opinion (even a conversation) about someone else's bidness, but insert myself into a situation over them? Rarely. And as a rule, only when
Over the weekend I felt I needed to get involved, as I say, in something that looking back seems equally as possible that I'm an asshole, who ruined their day and exposed them to untold scrutiny and/or hassle, as I am the person to be thanked for saving your entire family from some horrid, fire-y, mangled car crash. And even now, I'm not totally certain I did the right thing. ...But, if even Cher can't turn back time, what can I do?
I was the second car in line of a turning (left) dedicated lane. There were several vehicles lined up on my right/going straight or turning right. Light changes. All of the sudden the first car on line in the lane to my right swings in front of the car preparing to turn left which is the car directly in front of me.
Hink numero uno.
However, I, attempting to consider plausibilities pondered perhaps the first two drivers had made an agreement to allow it over because it ended up in the wrong lane, as sometimes happens
So now this driver is totally on my radar. The car in front of me and I make our safe ass turns when I then see the same ride making a turn and driving completely up and over a big ass hey-don't-drive-here curb.
This is when I make the executive decision that somebody needs to suss out this situation. As I was the only one in the car I assumed it had to be me. So, I circled around and found the SUV in the parking lot and pull up to the drivers door while rolling down my passenger window.
A man maaaaaaaybe in his mid-late 60's gets out and I call him over...
BBG: Sir, are you ok? Are you having troubles this afternoon?
Driver Man: No, I'm not having any troubles.
BBG: I think you are. I just watched you cut off a car with an unsafe lane change, come this close to causing a crash in the intersection and then drive over a divider. I'm concerned about you hurting someone else or yourself today.
Driver Man: No, no, I am ok. God bless you. No, I am ok. God bless you.
BBG: Is there a friend or family we can call to check in on you?
Driver Man: No, no, I am fine. Ok. No problems. God bless you. No, no.
While he didn't display any vast command of vocabulary, he didn't slur, and his accent tipped me that English wasn't his native language, so I can cut some slack on repeating the same phrase, he clearly understood what I was sayin'. He had seemed steady on his feet when he exited his ride. And I picked up no hit of booze on his breath as we spoke. So, hesitantly I told him to be careful, wished him luck and started to head back home.
Which was the plan until I got about a block away and started thinking that I have enough stuff going on in my life and that I can't possibly take on, 'hey, remember when that family of 5 died and it was all your fault 'cause your dumbass, intuition ignoring ass didn't do sumthin'?'.
...And now I'm dialin' the non emergency number (yes. I'm the 1% who knows the non emergency number *just in case*. I am. That. Girl.) to the local constabulary as I turn around to go back to be able to provide his plate number in addition to the vehicle description. Being a non emergency number, guess what kiddies, it ain't answered real fast. So I somewhat reluctantly dial 911.
I'm tellin' dispatch what I witnessed and the follow up interaction I'd had with him and that while I didn't feel he was necessarily drunk, he seemed like someone official ought to put eyes on him. That I was afraid for the safety of, ya know, you (...me on a different day?) and him.
Finally. Mama, mama I'm comin' home. (Random Ozzy homage) But now I think, what if he drives away before Po-Po arrives. Thankfully, this crosses my mind before I'm out of the parking lot and sure as shit by the time I circle back around he's pullin' away.
I remind myself that doing right isn't always doing easy.
Plus, by this point I'm in for a penny in for a pound. (<-- probably not my best personality trait) Obviously, I am now following the cat and ringing 911 to let them know he's no longer at the reported location and telling them the cross street we're at. Within seconds I see cruiser hauling on my ass in my rear view and I pull over, as Po-Po now super sloooowly passes me I wave him on to the SUV in front of me to let him know that I'm not the black SUV he's lookin' for, even though I know he has the plate to Driver Man. Po-Po then lights up SUV/Driver Man who abruptly pulls to the side and makes his approach. I tuck in a respectable distance behind the officer, keepin' my hands on the wheel (<-- he doesn't know me. Tip: If you are ever stopped, for any reason, always place both hands on the steering wheel. If it's night time, turn your overhead light on and put your damn hands on the wheel before the LEO approaches your car.) A few seconds later Officer Delightful wandered back to me to inquire about what I'd spied with my brown eye. Opps.
Honestly, as I mentioned earlier, I didn't get the hit that he was drunk. But sumthin' was up. Impaired due to meds, or mental status or age? I donno. Probably I'll never know...
I'm not certain I did the right thing. I certainly wouldn't want to cause a LEO involved ruckus for someone who was just bein' a dumbass for a few minutes. But I didn't feel like with 4,400 lbs. coming at ya, it was the time/circumstance to be cavalier, or complacent about the 'what if's', at the expense of the rest of the motoring population in the area.
I suppose to a degree it doesn't really matter, as again, I can't turn back time, and as AnonD pointed out, the only person who has to be able to sleep well over it is me and my conscience and in this case, given what I witnessed, I'm ok with being thought an asshole. (