I must have this big sign on my back that says "Kick Me". I'm sitting in a line of traffic at a difficult intersection where there is only a stop sign on our side, and I'm the last one out of 20 or so sitting in this residential neigborhood, and I'm just relaxing there looking in my drivers side rear view, when I notice this little white car going pretty fast coming up behind me. It starts to brake, but I'm thinking "****. She's not going to make it." Then THUD. I get out, and this foreign POS has bounced off my bumper and has had its face rearranged. My bumper looks slightly twisted, but I doubt there is any other damage. I'll go hose it off at lunch (since some snow and ice is obscuring everything) and see if it looks OK elsewhere. Needless to say, Rosemary is going to be writing me a check for a new bumper. Unlike when my Ranger was totalled, the roads are dry, the sun is out, and there wasn't anything moving. What's wrong with these Chester county women??