Daffy Blue Hairs

Oh Boy, Big Blue has a broken arm. I went into Fresh Market today to do some healthy time shopping and come out and see a huge piece of my truck broken off and laying under it. WHA?? I'm standing there with a look of disbelief and Mr.Good Samaritan comes over and says, I know who did that. Says, this gold car parks next to me for a second, backs into me, and goes and parks at a different spot across the lot. Said it made a huge crash. HMMmmm. So I sit and wait for gold car owner with the broken piece of Big Blue in my hands, how do you do this? Hit and not leave your info? Wrong. Then Beaufort County PD just happens to drive by. We got an ambush set up for gold car owner when they come out! HA. My blood is pumping, I'm fuming, doesn't this person know about karma? Out of the store comes the cutest little granny, think Betty White. She is clearly daffy and on some alternate universe, says she didn't even know she hit me, hmmm, there is blue paint all over her gold car, but then I realize she probably couldn't even hear the crash cause her headspace is definetely not on the same zone as me and the PD. Oh boy, I can't even get mad at gramma, I simply shake my head, file a report, and drive off. Little does she know that my vehicles are a huge source of pride for me and I take extreme care of them. AHHHHHhhhhhh!
I've got to move to a place where the median age is not 70, Big Blue is angry and wants to move to Santa Barbara immediately.to be continued...