October 3, 2005
... so someone took it upon themselves to remind me of the city I'd called home for the last decade.
I was sitting at a stoplight, minding my own business when the car suddenly lurched forward. That's right, someone managed to rear-end me while I wasn't even moving.
Now, I'll admit to hitting inanimate objects with a car before. There were a couple mulligans I took the first few times I drove, a close encounter with a garage door, and then there was the unfortunate incident with the U-Haul truck. But that's it. I mean, if something isn't moving it's kind of easy to dodge it.
Anyway, we pulled through the intersection when the light changed and I got out to examine the back end of the car. There was no damage aside from a few small scratches, and since the bumper's made of plastic I'm not worried about those. I gave a symbol that means, depending on your sport of choice, "wave-off", "penalty declined" or "safe". At which point we continued on our way.
The car seemed only slightly traumatized, and I drove the rest of the way to work not believing what had happened.
Edit, 4:02 PM: Forgot one instance of playing bumper cars with things that weren't moving.
