WWOD?
I back into a car in a parking lot. Swear it wasn't there when I checked all mirrors and looked around left and right. Called 911 to get the cop there. Called my insurance company to get a claim number. Wrote down my insurance info for other driver (she refused to take it or talk to me). Took photos of the damage (right crumpled bumper). My car, no damage. Cop comes and says he almost cried when he saw her pretty new red camaro smooshed on the right bumper. Then he looked at my sad suv and said, "not that your's isn't..." and I answered "red and sporty." He laughed. He took our information. Told her to take my insurance info that I'd written down for her. Checked to make sure her car drove okay and no wheel damage. Sends her on her way. Goes to his cruiser for a really long time and I'm thinking, "fuck, why is it taking so long?" Then he rolls down his passenger window, motions for me to lean in, and says, "I'm not going to give you a ticket, after all, you've got your deductible as it is," gave me a copy of the police report and shook my hand. So fucking cool. Anyway he looked uncannily like Roy (dj Omac), hence the WWOD? and I'm just happy his lookalike didn't give me a ticket. Jumps for joy. Peace outahere. EDIT: No deductible either! I lucked out... :)