A person, ran into the back of my car today. I love my car. I worship my car in all it's air conditioning, red glory. (It's a 2002 Hyundai Getz)
It was in parking lot.
I got out of the car when it happened and started sobbing. The other car was more damaged, but big deal, it's my baby, my red baby.
It was bumped a little out of shape, small dint, but the worse bit was the scratched paint...and the lack of being able to find the right touch up.
Fucking SPEWING. It's so small it would probably cost $400 (I don't have) and about $900 less than my excess on my car insurance so there is no point. That and the fact that you can see it if you're 5m away from it. BUT STILL.
Why can't people LEARN how to DRIVE?!?! They looked me up and down because I'm on my Ps, but they didn't give way to me, they didn't even bloody look.
I cried for two hours. I thought my dad would kill me, he was so good about it though. *humph*