I was in my parked car in the lot by the bookstore this afternoon, on the phone. I look up into the rear view mirror, and I see a dude in an Acura Integra pull out of his spot, drawing slowly closer to mine. He kept going, and then going some more, until BAM! he hit me. (OK, maybe not BAM, more like a regular bam.) I told the person I was talking with calmly what had happened: "Holy fuck!! A fucker just hit me! And the fucking bastard's driving off!!"
Yep, the dude drove off. I got out of my car to check if there was a scratch or a dent, and thankfully, there was no damage. I saw him drive off slowly, and I think he might have looked back, but he certainly didn't stop.
Bastard. He's lucky he didn't stop, because I would have done nothing and been a complete wimp, and no one needs to see that.
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