Getting out of Houston was easier said than done.
What is it about fender benders that makes you want to cuss. While killing time waiting on Toby to get off work, I went by a Home Depot to look at light fixtures. I was pulled into a straight parking space with no one to my right. I came out of HD and got in my car. I immediately started it, put my safety belt on, pulled my sun screen thingie down, and looked around before backing out. No one was to my right. I looked over my right shoulder and started backing. Some city dweller came from the opposite way and pulled in right next to me.
We met at my front driver's side bumper and his passenger's side rear door.
He had to have seen me start backing. Surly, as an experienced driver he would know that I could not see him coming from the wrong way. He had lots of choices of parking spaces to the right of me, but chose to pull in right next to me. If he needed to be closer to the building, he could have just waited a second, and he could have had my parking spot. It may be my fault since I was backing, but he was a damn idiot. You'll be glad to know that I was very nice, which caused him to be nice too, if not a bit condescending. He had a brand new Subaru - I know this because he told me at least three times as if it made a big frickin' difference. Oh well. It took me most of the afternoon to get over this. I haven't had a bender or accident in 30 years; I guess it is time for the insurance guys to pay up. Dammit.