I once turned in front of a bus that was driving down the middle of the street in the “trolleys only” lane. It was my fault, though - - I really should have looked before turning. The bus crashed my truck’s front quarter-panel and spun me around like a cinder block hitting an egg. I was jarred but uninjured.
Anyway, it was 5:00 rush hour on a dreary March day in a real depths-of-despair part of Philly. (Germantown Ave. and Erie Ave., for those who know Philly). I was the only white person in that universe. The people all got off the bus and evil-eyed the crap out of me because of the inconvenience I had caused. I surreptitiously retrieved my handgun from the truck and dropped it in my pocket.
I chatted with the bus driver for a couple of minutes and apologized. Then we waited. A cop soon showed up, and then a tow truck (from a body shop where they monitor the police band to get business), and I was able to get out of there in one piece. This was back in the ‘90s before I ever owned a “mobile phone”.
Anyway, several weeks later I got a notice in the mail that one person on that bus was suing me - - the freaking bus driver. I dished it off to the insurance company and never heard another word about it. Took a month to get my truck fixed and back.
Wow, thanks for that story.