Can’t pose for photographers. Lady Gaga will eat me. Can’t pose for photographers. Lady Gaga will eat me. Can’t pose for…


Can’t pose for photographers. Lady Gaga will eat me. Can’t pose for photographers. Lady Gaga will eat me. Can’t pose for…

Well, it wasn’t so much a fender bender as it was a bumper scraper.
But some old douchbag backed out of a parking spot and directly into my path as I was backing out of a spot opposite and slightly diagonal of him in the school parking lot today. Like I was so far out that I was hitting the brake to put it in drive and take off and he came scraping across the back half of the rear bumer on the passenger side on the Camaro with his rear passenger side quarter panel (stop and really think about that for a second) – better yet, here’s a crudely drawn diagram:

Basically I (the black car) was entirely out of my spot almost at a standstill, ready to put the car into drive and pull off towards the right on the diagram (the traffic pattern is one way left-to-right). Douchebag old man (the grey car) never saw me and backed right into the rear passenger side bumper and scraped across it – leaving a long streak of black Camaro paint on his rear quarter panel and leaving a bunch of shitty grey Honda paint on my rear bumper along with taking off huge chunks of my paint and leaving big pock marks all along it.
And then he got out and had the nerve to say I hit him so it was my fault. I didn’t bother trying to explain that I could sit at an intersection and pull directly into oncoming traffic and get hit, but it still wouldn’t be the fault of the person who hit me. Douchebag.
Our insurance people should be out in the next 24 to 48 hours to assess the damage. I don’t think I should have to pay shit on this one. Give me a new bumper douchebag old man!
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