An Ode to the Lady That Hit Me in a Parking Lot in England

Summary

The author recounts a humorous incident in England where they were gently hit by a slow-moving car in a parking lot, and the driver, overwhelmed with concern, received an apology from the pedestrian.

Abstract

In a light-hearted recollection titled "An Ode to the Lady That Hit Me in a Parking Lot in England," the author describes an unexpected and comical encounter. While engaged in a conversation and walking in a parking lot, the author was struck by a car driven by a woman who was moving at a snail's pace. The impact was minor, yet the driver's reaction was one of immense distress, fearing legal consequences. The author, despite being the one hit, found themselves comforting the distraught driver, even apologizing in a typically Canadian manner, highlighting cultural differences in expressions of remorse.

Opinions

The author seems to find humor in the situation, particularly in the irony of apologizing as the injured party.
There is a sense of empathy for the driver, who was visibly shaken and concerned about being reported.
The author implies a contrast between the Canadian tendency to apologize reflexively and the driver's reaction, suggesting a cultural divide in how such incidents are handled.
The incident is portrayed as a minor mishap rather than a serious accident, downplayed by the author's casual tone and the slow speed of the vehicle.
The author's friend appears to have found the situation amusing, as mentioned in the text, adding a layer of levity to the encounter.

Hiya Love, it’s been a while, but I haven’t forgotten the time you bumped into me.

While walking by one Tuesday aft, I was speaking to someone on my left.

When out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of blueness nigh.

As soon as the thought appeared, My knee gave way to a car ungeared.

A scream, a tear, wailing I heard. As the motion of a car was transferred.

But twas not I that made these sounds, Twas the lady in the car doing her rounds!

Lady luck shone on me that day, For the car was moving as a turtle’s sleigh.

She was going to slow for it to matter, Lucky for me or I’d be much flatter.

But oh did it surprise me, And the lady would not let it be.

I tried to walk on and brush it off, My friend even had a laugh.

To the tears and fright of the driver, She was concerned that we would report’er.

I did not in my life ever think, That as an injured party I’d have to wink.

You see I hail from Canada, Where saying sorry is our Florida.

And this lady was in such poor state, I actually apologized to her straight!

HUMOR

An Ode to the Lady That Hit Me in a Parking Lot in England

Hiya Love, it’s been a while, but I haven’t forgotten the time you bumped into me.