I hate driving.

Today, I spent nearly an hour trying to get home from the campus area. I did loops multiple times on the same road, fighting traffic and the sun to find my way. Then I somehow ended up on a road that had the potential to lead me home, even though I have no idea how I got there.

And then I got in a fender-bender. I may have made an illegal right turn (I'm still not sure the validity of that claim), and as I was almost through it, the truck behind me hit the back of my car, and a van hit them. No damage done to my car or the truck, and the van's bumper was a little saggy, but they were fine with it. No reason to call cops or insurance, and as we were all getting back into our cars, the old man from the van told me to be careful, I said I would, and then the guy in the truck looks me straight in the eye and says:

"You need to apologize to me and to the old people."

He had that "I'm your dad, and I know better" tone, even though he was maybe five years older than me, and I thought he was kidding. He wasn't.

"Apologize to the old people."

Me: "Are you serious? YOU hit ME."

"You need to apologize."

Again, "You hit me. I didn't do anything wrong."

"You made an illegal turn."

"I did not!"

And then the lady gets into it. She gets back out of the van, and starts informing me that yes, I did make an illegal turn. So they're all yelling at me, and I'm getting hopping mad, and yelling at the guy in the truck for basically being a big jerk, who's telling me, hey, we all love Austin as much as you do, so just apologize and we'll be fine, and the woman is asking me how long I've been driving that I don't know the laws, and I apologize, sort of, but that's not enough, and they ask if I want the cops to come out and corroborate their claim, and finally I say, "I'm sorry. If I did wrong, I didn't know it, but I'm sorry that it caused you problems" and they all leave in a relatively satisfied huff.

And I sit in the parking lot and cry and don't want to drive home because not only may I have done something wrong that I honestly didn't know was wrong and could have caused far greater problems than it did, but everyone was yelling at me too.

I hate being yelled at.