Pft. Sundays.

Sunday I woke up with a bug in my bonnet and a productivity itch I just could not seem to scratch.

I woke up and cooked myself a big ass, fancy-pants breakfast. I cleaned the bajesus out of the house, in my stripper heels no less.

(I've been more or less regulated to flats since I broke my foot a couple of years ago, and I need to re-learn how to walk in them. Seems to me 7in heels are the natural solution.)

I cleaned the cat box, and decided I needed more cat litter so off I went to the grocery store. I picked up some more produce, some cookie dough, and said cat litter, paid and went to the car. I backed out of my parking space and was about to put the car in drive when I saw it:

An enormous white car. Backing. Straight. Into. Me.

(Actually, it was not so much enormous in actual size as it was in metaphorical size. It seemed to loom over my like the foot of a giant, waiting to squash me. In reality, it was just a car-sized car)

I panicked. My little heart nearly stopped, and my hands somehow failed to shift my car into drive. Instead, in a last ditch effort to avoid the collision, I honked my horn. Now, this may not seem like a big deal, but I've used my horn, in all seriousness, probably about 5 time over my ENTIRE DRIVING CAREER. It's just not something I do. At any rate, the car hit me anyway. Not so much hit, really, as gently rolled, into the drivers side of my car.

My car wasn't really hurt, I mean, it has a dent in it, but it's not very big. Their car was fine, and the girl who was driving was very young, very freaked out, and super apologetic. That's all I could really ask for. So we went home.

I'm not so much irritated that my car got hit, not really irritated at all I guess. (I know I have backed into my fair share of cars over my driving career, particularly in the early years.) It just left me wondering, why is it always my car that gets hit? I get hit by cars way more than anyone else on this planet. Often while I'm either stopped in traffic, parked, or simply going about my business. I once got T-boned in rush hour, when I wasn't even in an intersection. How she made it across 3 lanes of traffic and managed to hit me, I'll never know. I'm just that person. The one who gets hit by cars. I guess. :/