Smack.

I smacked a car at the post office today. I was backing out of a parking spot when I felt a slight thud. It long to realize that I'd just bumped into another car. They were trying to slip by me when I was backing out and guess I didn't just didn't see them when I checked behind me. The dude inside was pissed. He had his entire family with him and was swearing at me for not paying attention.

Luckily it was only a slight bump, just a little shared paint. They drove off before we could swap info. I drove off after I was sure they weren't coming back. I felt sorry for hitting the guy's car, but I think I had the right of way. They weren't there when I started backing. and must have bee going pretty fast to have gotten beind me.

Oh well... They disappeared so I guess it doesn't matter. But, it was still a little scary: What if I had bee going faster? I don't know. It could have been bad, but it wasn't. It turned out fine so I'm glad. Oh, so glad.