I need to get Princess RRD to the train station - she's meeting all her friends and going to Thorpe Park. But it is REALLY early, and I'm feeling rather grouchy. In an effort to give the impression that I am happy to be getting into my car at 7 in the morning, when I could have had a nice long lie-in (to 7:30), I graciously move my car away from the bush that is blocking her passenger door. I reverse out of the space, and hear the sickening crunch of metal against metal. Bugger!!!
I jump out of my car and hurry round to the rear, spitting expletives as I go. Can anyone guess who's car I have hit?? Yep, Mini-RRD's!!!!! I cannot believe it!! How on Earth am I going to own up to this one? Here am I, rapid response driver, constantly correcting his driving, telling him to check his mirrors, ete, etc., and I'VE HIT HIS CAR!!!
Ok, regroup. Check damage: My car - big dent in bumper, could fit my head it in (or someone else's.) His car - tiny scratch. That's it? How ridiculous! I am now going to drive around with a car that looks like it came off worse in a Demolition Derby, and he gets away with nothing?? Unfair!!
Ok, regroup. I hit him. Not the other way round. Maybe I can get away with this - after all, he might not notice. Then I look up at the house. His face, staring at me, through his open window, tells me that I need a Plan B.
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