Bumpers, Bella, & Baby
One New Year's Eve, we had just found a parking place in the city. Soon, we would be at the NYE N.Y.E. (New Year's Eve) party. About five seconds after I parked my lil' ol' Honda Civic, a dude in a minivan in front of us, backed up, smashed into our front bumper, then took off. The damage, I bet, is going to cost $ 400 to get fixed (heck, I am getting to the point where I could be an estimator for Maaco). Yes, starting New Year's Eve off with a bang. He had plenty of room to pull out and go forward. Only he may know why he backed up instead. Perhaps his imbibing had started early. He has also been outside of his car as we had pulled up, so it is hard to explain why he did what he did. To err is human, but to not own up for it, is of the Devil. If it was a tight spot, or if I had a Dallas Cowboy front license plate, I could get his action. What really pissed me off is that he didn't get out of his car to inspect the damage. It was a jolting hit. Like a punk, he d...