Add this one to women having no accountability after a car accident, and times it by a billion because I was dating the Joker of crazy girlfriends and entitled families...

So my batshit ex is driving myself, her sister, and her sisters boyfriend through the streets of NYC like an absolute maniac, late to her fathers wedding, of course, and having a dramatic meltdown.

Due to all the screaming and crying, as you'd imagine, my ex hits a yellow cab smack in the middle of a busy manhattan intersection.

The angry cabby gets out of his cab to inspect the damage.

Now me, being the oldest male present, have only one response to this- the responsible response. Still in the car, I was unaware of the potential damage on either her car or the cab, but since we were the assholes who caused the accident, the right thing to do the only thing to do was to get out and properly deal; police report, insurance claim, etc. Looks like we were going to be late to the wedding.

So, before I even open the door to get out, my ex tells me that I'd better get out of the car and tell that "ASSHOLE" to "STFU" and "get back in his fucking cab."

This did not compute with me. If I'm dealing with this, I could only wrap my mind around doing it the right way. The seconds that followed felt like minutes. Getting out of the car to yell at this ANGRY, LARGE, ETHNIC cabby was gonna fetch me a punch in the mouth. How could I have gotten out of the car and shouted nonsense at this poor working class guy who WE HIT WITH OUR CAR?!

In a huff,my exs 18 year sister got out of the car, and started going batshit crazy on the cabby, telling him to "get over it" and "get back in his fucking cab" as a chorus of car horns unwittingly cheered her on. She stomps back into our car double time, and my ex peels away.

At the wedding, her courage and assertiveness were praised! And, of course, I received scornful looks and playful jokes that a little girl, ten years younger than me, had to "take care of things."