So, I work the offshift and sleep through most of the morning and early afternoon depending on how tired I am.
So I get up today at 4pm, err, yesterday... whatever, to a knock on the bedroom door. "Hey, are you up?" I'm like, "now I am, what's up?". She replies, "uh, you may want to take a look at this...". I put some clothes on and rush out. I tell her "look at what exactly?". "The back of your car.."
Back to the story. I had parked, like I always park, off the street, onto my two car driveway, closest to my garage door. This is to avoid having the occassional kid doing speed wobbles on his bicycle and crashing into my car..... some background, which is probably common around this forum. I'm what you call a 'perfectionist'. I'm the guy who parks at the outskirts of the parking lot and make the 1.2mile trek to the grocery store in fear of idiots. I'm the guy that when I go to eat at a fast-food restaurant park and seat in such a way that I can see my car while munching on my food. You get the idea?
I rush out barefoot to see what the fuss was about. I look at my rear bumper and on its driver's side it had paint from another car on it masking some deep gouges. I'm like "friggin' great, how did this happen?". To this she replies, "there was this lady that had a green van that parked there this morning; knocked on the door, didn't recognize me when I opened the door, said she had the wrong house and left.
I tell her, "Seriously? I go through all sorts of trouble to stay away from idiots just for one to come right to my house and hit my car".
Arghhh, I cleaned the area, most of the paint appeared to come off. I took out some polish and tried to make the best of it. It still looks like garbage. I'll take a shot of it when I can... I'm still reeling from the whole thing...