Someone backed into my car while I was stopped getting gas on I-40, didn’t have a lick of insurance and Canadian Elvis fans with several Elvis Impersonators watched the whole thing while I was hyperventilating (not really, just calming down from getting hit really, really hard.)
Everyone’s fine and it really is nothing more than a very much destroyed tail light. The woman who hit me is from California. This is going to be fun. Honestly, we will see how it goes. Her big SUV wasn’t damaged at all.
I’m not upset although I hate dealing with mechanics. These things happen. That’s why they call them “accidents.” I was sitting in park in the car and she just didn’t see me.
And, if you have a crowd of Elvis fans with rhinestone purses gawking AND the added bonus of Elvis Impersonators hanging out with you during times like this, it’s not too bad actually.