I drive a magnet

So apparently driving in reverse on a public street is not a permitted, not a good idea and pretty much frowned upon. I may or may not have missed the entrance of a building and decided a quick little reverse wouldn't hurt anyone, except for my car and except for the car comin in hot from the side. This lady jumped out of her mini van ready to fight!  Lighten up lady, it was your choice to drive near me. I was moments away from fleeing the scene as visions of dollar signs danced in my head so I called Brandy to weigh my options while the mean lady called the cops. No one had seen my license plate yet and if Jesse wasn't in the car with me and we weren't trying to pull into the Children's Hospital to see the kidney specialist (just a routine check up) I would have split. Brandy talked me out of it with some sort of felony nonsense. My car is all jacked up, that should be punishment enough.

 I told the cop I had to get to a very important appointment, he took my license and said he would come find me on the 4th floor. Jesse and I head into the humongous hospital and road the elevator up to see Dr. Adams. We finally get to the room, check in and settle in for the usual waiting game. Next thing I know, the police are there and I am being questioned in front of everyone with a two-year-old on my hip who has a mullet. All of a sudden the door opens and the mean lady walks in, holy crap, is she stalking me? Nope, there are like 50 floors and 1000 offices and she happens to be on my floor...awkward!  It took forever for the Sargent to complete all of his paperwork since everything I gave him had expired. The nurse finally called my name and I told her I would be right with her right after I got done discussing my criminal behavior.

I think I need to take my car in to see if it is in fact a large magnet, some how it has been hit 4 times this year and mostly not my fault. That damn tree limb that flew out the back of a huge truck and hit me while doin 80 down the highway, not my fault. My GPS sent me down the wrong road ,I was forced to turn around and hit that damn mailbox, not my fault. This lady at work backed all up on my front bumper, not my fault. I did hit one of my homeowner's garage doors, totally my fault.
Today, totally my fault. Oh well you win some and hit some.