As I emerged from my rear-ended car he says, "I thought you were going." Um, yeah. I got that by the fact that you DROVE your car into mine. However, I wasn't going. I was stopped at a red light. Stopped. Not moving. He was all, "Your car is fine. Johnny can fix my headlight right up. So are we okay?" Well, sir, I am not sure about that. Let's take a closer look, shall we?
See how my bumper is kinda split right there? And bubbled up right here? And see these shards of orange headlight glass? That used to be on your car. Those weren't on my bumper before I met you.
See that big dented strip on the side? Oh wait, yeah. I did that. Oopsies. I backed right up into the hubby's forklift tractor. Tee hee. Maybe it's not so bad after all, sir.
What's the moral of the story? A Ford bumper can take a lickin' and keep on tickin'. And if you're driving a mid 90s tan Buick, and you are in your mid 90s...please, get off the road.