I have to admit to a severe fried chicken addiction. I limit myself to one fried something or other per week - usually fries cause I'm a pretty bad fry addict as well. This Fryday I decided I needed some good ol' KFC to really put a block in the ol' arteries. So, I brave the rain and head down to street to the KFC at I 95.
I get's me some chicken to go and pull out of the parking lot onto the road. This road dead ends just past KFC at an RV dealership. In front of me, waiting for the traffic light to turn green, is a pull behind Bigfoot camper, brand spankin' new, no license plate. For some unfathomable reason the driver of the truck pulling this camper decides he wants to back up. I think he decided he wanted to get in the left turn lane. Anyway, he starts backing up. I start backing up and blowing the horn . . . but there is a car behind me and I can only go so far. That doesn't stop Mr. New Camper Owner, he just keeps backing up, hits my car, and crunches it's poor little front end! I'm still blowing the horn, the light changes, and the driver just drives away.
Here's the part that really gets me . . . my little car is paid for, has been since the day I bought it in 1997. I can't really afford another car right now, and didn't need one until today! It's a 97 Nissan Maxima with 150,000 miles on it. The insurance company probably won't even consider it worth repairing, and it isn't worth more than about $1500 on a good day with a spit polish.
On the bright side, I wasn't hurt, and the fear of being crushed by a camper made my heart race, thereby pumping blood forcefully through my arteries, making more room for the fat I just consumed.
Y'all be careful out there!