Here it is Monday afternoon. I had planned to go shopping this afternoon, but yesterday, when I took my mom to look for shoes (found them too!), as I was pulling out of a parking lot, actually stopped and about to shift into drive so I could drive out of the aisle in the lot toward the street, a big ass SUV hit me on the driver's side back, right over the wheel. The woman in the car (she wasn't driving) tried to call it a wash, saying we were both backing out at the same time. But I wasn't moving when they hit me. They just plain weren't looking. I was there, as large as life. Their car sustained no damage, of course, only little bitty me did. They were moving, after all, and I wasn't, and their Acura was so much bigger than my car is. So here I am sitting in the house waiting for the claims adjuster to call. I may just leave. It should wait till they reach that guy and look at the car, and they have to come down here from Long Beach. What a drag! Thought I'd get it done right away, but that isn't going to happen.
No one was hurt, and I can still drive the car. It's just a huge drag.