Argghh!

 
Yesterday I drove from the central part of the state to the northwest corner. Twenty minutes after I left, it started to snow. Within another ten, if was heavy snow. By the time I finally arrived, I was driving at thirty miles an hour — on the Interstate — and passing most of the other traffic.

I made it without accident, or even near threat of one. I normally park on the street but, mindful that the streets too were slippery, I pulled up into the driveway for an extra measure of safety.

So I come out today, and guess what I find? Someone had lost control, slid up into the driveway, hit the car parked beside me — it was practically a junker anyway, you can see the damage but it honestly didn’t make that much difference — and cracked my rear bumper.

Before immediately driving away.

I carry minimum insurance (because I really am quite good at not running into other cars), and what I have doesn’t cover such damage as a hit-and-run might do to ME. So I have to deal with this one myself, all because — after I’d driven safely and then taken every precaution I could imagine — someone else was 1) too incompetent to maintain control on a residential street, and 2) too chicken-shit to take responsibility for screwing up.

I like people, I really do. But there are some here and there who absolutely should be ground up for pet food.