What's Wrong With Me?

Saturday Jon (coach to Wells) Sidney, Maren & Wells had their first official soccer games. We had to drive two cars to get them all to and from their various locations on time. After the games we went to Jamba Juice to celebrate. As we were leaving the parking lot I was still parked in my car and facing Jon's car which was idling in front of me, and to my right, while Sid asked him a question. Farther in front of me, a little to my left, was a truck that began to reverse. I thought they saw Jon's car, with him and the twins in it. I saw the truck start to reverse in normal fashion and assumed it would stop just before getting to Jon & the twins . . . . . and then . . . . .it kept going!!!!! I began to scream like a freak, my doors and windows were closed so nobody heard me. I screamed "You are going to hit my family!!!!!" and then they hit them right in front of my eyes. The bumper to our car is pretty banged up, but thankfully, everybody is okay. What I am most concerned about is ME. What is wrong with me that I couldn't think to honk my horn? That would have been so simple. Why is it under pressure I become a WEIRDO? Yeesh. I better work on that.