I recently saw a truck back into a parked car. The trailer hitch punctured the mesh between the car’s headlights. The truck pulled out, then proceeded to back into the car again, tearing another hole. This time, the hitch must have touched something important, because the car alarm went off. The offending automobile drove away before anyone could stop it.
As I stood there, feet cold in the snow, the early winter breeze biting at my exposed face, I realized something. We were not that unlike, this car and me, for I, too, hate it when people are all up in my grille.