As a follow up to my original post, I wanted to update our faithful readers. The other day I was sitting at a stop light in Jerusalem. There was a long line of traffic — it’s one of those pain in the ass lights that ALWAYS has a line of traffic backed up.
So I’m sitting there.
And sitting there.
I check rear view mirror.
Note the traffic behind me.
I inch forward.
Sit a little more.
I got hit. How does one get hit when we’re all just sitting? I get out of the car and the other driver gets out…
“Ha kol beseder (Everything is fine),” he states. Not a question. A statement. Gee thanks, asshole, for letting me know that my car and my body are both FINE after you HIT ME while we’re all just SITTING at a light. I checked the bumper. There was a scratch on my brand new car. Not horrible but I did NOT want some jerk telling me that I’m ok. I told him it’s not ok.
I do a double take. It’s a cop.
People…I got hit at a stop light by a cop. I swear it. And the cop tried to tell me that I’m ok. I was so shocked, I lost all my Hebrew and just stared at him as though he was an alien. Meanwhile the traffic STILL hasn’t moved and we’re all STILL sitting in the same spots.
I took his license plate number and got in my car.
Who do you call when it’s the cops who have hit you!?