The crunchy details
Ok, so some guy turned left out of the new Rite Aid parking lot and right into me as I was driving by. I had my lights on so that makes it even more ridiculous. Be that as it may, I noticed the car moving toward my door so I kept my speed up, hoping I could squeeze by or maybe he would take the sunglasses off or something. Since neither of these scenarios played out, I was forced to accept a jolt to the side of my trunk, whereupon I glanced behind me and turned into the DQ lot to inspect the damaged goods that was my trunk. The tall dark-haired guy with a tie and five-o-clock shadow inspected the corner of his Buick (Read: Big Ugly Indestructible Car Killer), and confirmed that there was only a rub mark on his bumper from the rubber strip on my car. However, there is a wheel-sized cavity on Old Smokey's side.
I remember saying (and I don't recommend this to anyone) "she's seen worse." Then I said I didn't care and goodbye. Folks. That was dumb, so be sure to get at least some reliable contact info if such a happenstance befalls you. I'm not saying anything bad has happened because of this but you shouldn't go by what you can see to assess the damage. In this case, I was just glad he missed my back wheel.
Concluding thoughts: Buicks are mean and nasty, and also annoying when driven by someone with no apparent depth perception, or outright blindness, accompanied by a, tie, five-o-clock shadow...and a boned-fish handshake.