So, I met my best friend for lunch today. We ate at our favorite sandwich shop, located in a strip mall, then parted ways as he went back to work. The parking lot in the strip mall is kind of crappy, and as I backed my van out of my spot, I was being very careful to look left, look right, look left, look right, look left ..... etc......
Unfortunately (because I am a dumbass) I forgot to look straight behind me and backed into someone.
So I pulled back up into my parking space and got out to check the damage. I backed into some big-mighty-V99-monster-truck and the bumper on my puny little fiberglass van definitely took the brunt of the collision. In fact, there was hardly a scratch on the truck. No dents, no dings ..... and of course, nobody was sitting in it.
I looked around, wondering where the owner might be. Two restaurants, a dollar store, a tanning salon .... I mean really, what was I supposed to do? Roam the strip mall announcing to everyone that I hit a car in the parking lot?
Totally annoyed with myself, I climbed back in my van and shut the door, then started digging around in my purse for a pen and paper so I could write a pathetic letter along the lines of:
"Dear to whom it may concern, I am SO SORRY but I backed up into your truck in the parking lot. Although it appears the damage to your truck was minimal, I did want to leave a note and assure you that I have insurance and at the very least, leave you my name and number ..... blah blah ......"
The whole time, I'm rolling my eyes at myself for being such a moron. How long have I had a drivers license???? And I backed into a PARKED CAR???
I finished my note, sighed again, and got out to leave the note on the windshield.
Ummmmm ..... apparently while I was writing the note, the person got in their truck and drove away ---- the parking space was empty!
So you tell me, luck of the Irish, or Candid Camera???