I looked in my rear-view-mirror and saw that the hood of the car that had just hit me was pretty damaged. Fearing the worst, I pulled into a church parking lot nearby and they followed. Thoughts of my insurance rates shooting up even higher danced in my head. It was a young driver, probably 17, who had hit me. He was freaking out and apologizing as I walked around to the back of the truck. To my surprise, there wasn't a single scratch - no evidence at all that I had been hit. After examining the large square hole in the hood of the other car, I realized that he had smashed right into the trailer hitch, leaving a square hole that stretched about six inches long. Can't tell you how grateful I was not to be driving my car!




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