My first ever live-blogging of a car accident!

First things first. I'm fine. The car, mostly so. But Jesus on a pogo stick this has got to stop.

At right about 2:45, I left my bank and headed across the street to get to another store. Maybe three spaces into the parking lot, I slowed because I saw someone pulling out of a space on my right. Next I knew, there was That Horrid Sound coming from my back left: some moron in a pickup truck had backed smack into me.

I pulled into the first space I could find, got out to hear his story,... and watched him speeding away toward Sheridan, never to be seen again. I waved at him (hell, I don't even know it WAS a him), and I think I got a plate reading: out-of-state, green on white so NH, maybe? Three numbers, then four. I called 911, and within a couple I'd given the 20 and the description. By then, I'd moved closer to the way he went, and I finished the call where I now remain at about 3:20- wait for it, outside the Tim Horton's donut shop.

Half an hour later and still, not a single cop. FML.

Hopefully, this means they're catching the SOB. They said to wait here until an officer arrived.

Who just did. Plate didn't match anything. Insert assorted cusses here.

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ETA. Sorry about the disabled comments; I've rather got to fix that in this app. Meanwhile, here; have a cute kitty picture: