So Adriane and I had a blast last night and I hopped on BART in an awesome mood and even though I was in heels and my feet were tired and cold (open-toed shoes), I practically skipped to my car from the station.  About 200 yards away from my car I could tell something was VERY wrong.  I was hoping that my eyes were just tired and that I didn't really see what I was seeing.  But it was.  And I hate people today.







It's hard to tell from the photos (and there's more on Flickr), but some A-hole rammed their car into my cute, little Ford Focus leaving a huge dent in the side of my driver-side door.  Obviously they did it while they were pulling out of the BART parking lot and didn't even bother leaving a note with contact info.  There's a picture on Flickr that clearly shows the red paint from the car that hit me still on my door handle.  

Since I got in so late last night I was one of the last couple of cars in the parking lot, but I took a look around at the cars that were in the parking lot this morning and didn't see any red-ish cars that had dents or scratches of white paint on their passenger side fender.

AUGH! I'm livid.  Karma is such a bitch - I hope this person gets what they deserve 10-fold.  Ugh! They suck major, fat, hairy awful balls.