So, as the title reads I got into my 5th accident since living in colorado. (4 of them not my fault).
I was at the mall last night and was on the loop that goes around the parking lots. I was in the left lane and I shal call him "cool guy" was in the right. The front of my car was about even with his b-pillar and he desides to turn left. No signal. I lay on the horn and he just keeps comming over and hits me on my passanger side door and keeps driving up the right side of my car. (I have this cool NASCAR looking tire scape on the side of my car.) We pull the cars over and I'm going to kill him, litterly, I have had it up to my ears with how stanky drivers have become. I'm going to make an example out of him. But then my wife reminds me that Baby Jesus loves me... I got a good smirk out of that one.
Get out of the car and look at the damage. Door/fender/tire/bumper dented/scraped. I have steam coming out of my ears when he walks up to me. He gets about 3 feet from me takes one look at me and backs up to about 5 feet and say that he is sorry and it was his fault. I can deal with that. I ask if anyone was hurt and by this point the cops show up and the witness gives me his card (he is a state farm agent, thats what I have ). We pull the cars over into the lot and exchange information.
The dudes wife gets out of the car and wants to look at my car. Sure no problem. She looks at it and asks me "are you sure those dents weren't already there?" Hummmm, do I kill her now? "Yes I'm sure, there's not a single dent on this car lady" She said "becasue we bairly even hit you and besides we didn't even see you" Me "well thats evedent..."
So, here are her battle marks: