...for attracting other cars to hit it. Earlier I blogged about being hit by a drunk driver after the Coldplay concert up in Anaheim. After backing into my car, he claimed he didn't hit me and then tried to run, but couldn't run because the parking lot was all jammed up with people trying to leave. I called 911 and reported the incident and a couple of days later had to make a three hour round trip drive up to Anaheim to report the incident with their police department. After all this stress and hassle, the Anaheim police still haven't found the person whose license plate I called in. This incident will be continued on the blog...
With that as a preface, Thursday night around 7p I was walking out to my car in the garage of our office building. I saw a light blue Camry pulling out. The car kept going and going, and I thought to myself, "That car is going to hit me." And, yes, a solid month after the Crossfire took a beating from a Tercel, the Camry did a number on my bumper. The woman was very apologetic and kind, so at least this damage can be fixed ASAP, but it is still an annoyance. And my poor car is apparently a red-headed stepchild. Ugh!
