This happened to me a few weeks ago, and against all odds I was sitting in the Cherokee when the ___ did it !
I was parked at the church, which is right next to our elementary school, waiting for my son after school. Cruze comes whipping in the parking lot, parks next to me (passenger side) at an angle, obviously a type A personality ; I sit there thinking "crap he's close... no he won't... he won't..." BANG. I felt it.
Thinking this was this guys' unlucky day because he couldn't escape, I hurry out to confront him as he slams his door shut. I take a deep breath... and notice it's... the priest. Yep, known him for 40 years, he was a teacher at my high school before he joined the priesthood.
Sooo... I exhaled and told him... "Hi there [insert first name here]" with a big smile on my face. Face likely red from all the blood rush... He smiled and took off, in a hurry. Parking quickly filled up and I noticed there was a funeral service.
I haven't had the will to investigate the ding. I'm sure there is one, on my passenger door.
True story, I swear (it better be, or else...
My avatar is the Elder Predator
(goes well with my forum status and overall temper
2015 North (Canada) - V6 - AD1
Cold, Tow, 8.4A, 9 speakers with sub