Those of you who know me well know that I love my car more than I love most people, so imagine how i reacted when i walked out into the parking lot and saw this:

Poor Jessica (Yes, I named my car Jessica). She didn't deserve this kind of abuse. Fortunately there was no damage to her and she succeeded in taking about bite out of the other car's bumper.
Since this happened at work I decided to take some time and tried to track down the guy responsible. One of my cohorts claimed to know a guy who had a matching car and claimed he was a really bad driver. Considering the Quebec plates I'd say we had a match.
Unfortunately for all the build up our actual confrontation was rather lackluster. He seemed frightened, intimidated by me. Considering we were talking about my Jessica I suppose he had every right to be. After all last week I was ready to deck one of the groundskeepers for using a leaf blower to blow rocks into cars. Fucking idiot.
There is one thing about this incident that kind of bothers me. If you back into someone, wouldn't you pull ahead? What kind of moron stays bumper to bumper?
