I think what makes it bad is that I think he must have seen me, and there is no real reason to be driving that way and I could easily have avoided it.
But it is doubly bad because all those feelings are brought to the fore (as though they weren't at the fore already) and I have nowhere to take them.
I think I secretly hoped for a glimpse of him, but not him stood at the top of the garden path looking in my direction!