Sunday noon, I was to pick up my daughter Pauline from her church meeting a few minutes away from our house. When I got there, Pauline was not yet around so I parked at the side street (it wasn't even a busy street), near the entrance of the building. I put the handbrakes on, had the hazard lights blinking and started to text my daughter. While I was texting, I suddenly felt the car jolt, I thought I was still on gear but I was in neutral, and when I checked my rearview mirror, there it was, an SUV was backing from the parking space beside me and hit my rear. Gaad! I couldn't go out of the car right away because I was just wearing my pajama tops and haven't even combed my hair. Good thing I put on my shorts and bra, hahaha. I checked my rear bumper, there was a long scratch, but it wasn't so visible. Besides, the front bumper was already full of scratches thanks to my hubby's very offensive kind of driving. When I checked the SUV, it had a longer, deeper and much visible scratch. And it was brand new, hahaha. So I just pretended to be a bit annoyed, told the driver to be extra careful next time and to check his mirrors often. Well, in short, I just let the driver go, but of course, I got to say the last words.