In a quiet residential neighborhood on my way to drop off stuff at Goodwill, a big brown truck was ahead of me, not moving. When I saw him backing up, I pressed the horn hard, but he didn't see me or hear me. Wham!
He was very nice--unlike my August hitter, and he got right out of the truck and hugged me and said he was so sorry. We talked to his insurance together and it's all settled. I'll take my car in for a new bumper later this month.
At the end, he hugged me again and gave me a pen and his card. Nobody was hurt, I'm just shaken a bit by the impact. I celebrated not being hurt by having myself some ribs at Big Bibs.
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