Stupid Drunks piss me off. Here I am trying to mind my own business, having a burger and a beer at a local speakeasy, and some alcoholic backs into my car.
I get home last night only to see my hood slightly crumpled. I was up at 8 this morning trying to get my hood to work properly as I have to drive to Bensalem later this morning.
I finally got my hood working, only ever so slightly damaged, and only noticable to the careful eye of someone who loves their car. It only has 110,000 miles on it, barely out of diapers (as it is a Subaru). And I have a slight bulge in the hood.
It's fine and drivable and hardly noticable, it's just the asshat driving the Chevy truck who backed into me, drove away. Leaving me with further reasons to hate chevy trucks and the drunk people who drive them.
Oh well.
