Some moron in a minivan managed to reverse into the front of my car today. What happened was they realised that they were in a drive-through lane, or possibly they knew that already and realised that they didn’t want to be in a drive-through lane; in either case, their lizard-brain response to this was to throw it into reverse and advance to the rear as rapidly as possible.
In this case, of course, “as rapidly as possible” means “without regard for other vehicles that might have appeared behind them in the interim”. I was already in reverse at the moment of contact, since I was following my usual policy of trying to be courteous about such things, but apparently I wasn’t moving fast enough.
Being hit didn’t bother me particularly, since there wasn’t any damage done, but it did annoy me slightly that the driver immediately scarpered. I suppose that it’s technically a hit-and-run at that point, so I could have called the police and tried to make life difficult for 2K7304. I still maintain the illusion that eventually stupidity and selfishness catch up with one, though, so I’ve decided to let karma do my work for me.
In other news, I’ve got a proper bookshelf in my office now… and it only took two and a half years. I’m telling myself that this is the key element in a plan that will render my office relatively tidy, but you might have noticed that I lie to myself a lot.