What To Do?

He always took exceptional
care, where he parked his
sleek silver coupe with its
neat little sunroof. Already
driven exclusively for five
summers only and with lean
mileage, it received tender
treatment. Ownership to be
transferred next year to his 
come-of-age granddaughter.

The driver who hurried out
of the shwarma shop, half his
age, eagerly unwrapping lunch,
failed to check before gunning
that huge GMC SUV out of its
parking spot, ramming it into
the sleek silver passenger side
of his innocent little Honda
as he passed, unable to

swerve aside. She apologized
profusely and then again at the
station as they registered the
unfortunate collision with police.
Telling him gratefully how much
she appreciated his calm demeanor
utterly void of frenzied shouting,
of nasty cursing, raging blame.