Today I stopped by someone's house to buy homemade tamales. When I backed up out of her driveway, I hit a parked car on the other side of the street. I blame it on the tamales.
It was inevitable. I have been driving this monster truck for a little over a year. Honestly, I can't believe it has taken me this long to hit something. Ugh. The best part is that the other person's car looked like this -
While my car looked like this -
In other words, my truck was undamaged. In fact, I hardly felt anything at the moment of impact. That's a little scary. I wonder how many cats, bikes, and landscaping I have killed/destroyed during the past year with my reckless driving. I'll never know.
When I came to the woman's door to tell her that I hit her car, she invited me in, held Charlie, and laughed. She couldn't believe that I didn't just drive away. Believe me, the thought of just driving away did cross my mind for about 2 seconds. However, if I did that then I would have probably had a warrant out for my arrest, or even worse, nothing to blog about.
So, the moral of the story is: Don't make your wife drive a monster truck. Or if you must, make sure you have really good auto insurance.