John often comments that as he gets older he is more likely to speak up about poor behaviour and I always think that I have worked hard to become more diplomatic than I was in my youth so I am unlikely to ever get into one of those "grumpy old woman" situations.
I was wrong.
Yesterday, I was sitting in my daughter Caitlin's favourite cafe with her. She buys me coffee there every week and it is a little highlight in the routine.
We had not long arrived and were still settling in when there was a bang outside and we looked up to see the two cars involved in a minor crash still coming to rest in the middle of the road outside.
A young woman jumped out of her P-plated car. Her arrogant, nouveau-riche entitlement flashed around and she quickly started to berate the other driver, an elderly man. He suggested they should move off the road to discuss the incident so they moved up a little way.
The man had two walking sticks and was struggling to the extent that he also leaned heavily against his car for support as he went to the passenger side to get papers out. There was an extended conversation and we wondered what could possibly take so long about exchanging details.
Next, we saw that the young woman was asking him to walk down a couple of house lengths to look at the damage on her car. It was obviously going to be hard or impossible for him to get up onto the footpath so they were walking along the narrow, busy road.
By this time I really saw red and dashed out of the cafe. I moved a little further up the road towards them and yelled out to her to bring her car up. I couldn't hear what she said but her face said it all and I repeated my request "Bring the damned car up! Can't you see he can't walk?"
By this time it was pretty much a fait accompli so I turned to retreat into the cafe. It wasn't much of a retreat because people were coming to see what the kerfuffle was. Caitlin just put her head in her hands and said "oh, mum...."