Cars and Freaking People

I meant to post something last week on Friday but something very unfortunate occurred. Actually, two very unfortunate things occurred last week. I've now learned how mean people can be when it comes to cars. Let me explain.

I was buying In N Out at the drive thru last week, (savoring what was left of meat-eating before lent) and as I'm driving up to pay for the food i put my car in park and then I see the lady in the car in front of me get out of her car and walk towards me.

The lady: You hit me!
Me: What?
The lady: You bumped into my car!!
Me: (weakly) I did? I'm sorry, I didn't feel it.
The lady: I can't believe you didn't feel it! You took a little bit of paint off of my car!
Me: (confused and worried) I'm sorry.
The lady: It's more than 'I'm sorry' I need your insurance.

I was scared. I didn't remember getting my insurance card and I couldnt find it. What's more is that I didn't think I did anything wrong. I didn't want any trouble, I just wanted her to leave me alone. And I wasn't sure of the right things to do in these situations. I, naively, gave her my insurance card once i found it and she copied it down. She, in turn, gave me her phone number and her first name. No last name. After I got home my parents educated me in the error of my ways.

As if that wasn't enough car issues for one week, three days later, on Friday, I was
buying work clothes and i parked my car in front of a store. After I was done shopping, I got into my car and started out of the parking lot. Suddenly I heard a beeping in my car. The same beep when you don't have your seat belt on. It said my door was ajar. I slammed my door hard, the beeping continued. I looked at my passenger's side door.

"How could that door have opened? I haven't been in that side. I haven't opened it." I thought to myself. I shrugged, reached over and closed it hard. Beeeep Beeeep. I reached over and closed it hard again. Beeep Beeep. I reached over and slammed it as hard as I could. No more beeping...no more trouble. I drove to my house and walked into an empty house. I started putting away my work clothes. When I hear my mom drive up. It doesn't phase me, I keep folding.
Suddenly my mom calls out:
Mom: ERICA! You didn't tell me!
Me: Didn't tell you what?
Mom: About your accident.
Me: I didn't tell you because I didn't have one.
Mom: What happened to your car then?

My heart was racing I ran to my car. My car was smashed on the passenger's side, making it seem like the door was a little popped out. Dented, scraped and smashed, I looked at it and became angry.

Someone had hit me in the parking lot and hadn't left a note. At least $800-$1000 dollars worth of damage.

Aren't people nice?