and then...

we were rearended.

and my first thought was...crap i don't have a real job.

and then the punk pulled in a parking lot and started running.

and then we pulled around the corner and saw the stupid black civic pulling out of the said parking lot.

and then we got the license plate and called 911.

and then we talked to a nice police lady.

and then i sighed. and thought it could have been a whole lot worse because we are fine and my bumper is only a little scratched up.

but i'm still sighing.

i really need to stop sighing so much.