The universe earmarked this weekend

[opabinia]

to be unpleasant for me. It broke my tooth, but I was okay with that. It took my phone away (well, it fell out of my pocket, so I can't blame the universe), but I found it. These things were not enough. Some fucking pinhead just hit my car. Nobody's hurt, because I didn't get out and kill her. I think she has a better grasp of the "right of way" now, and she might even look where she's fucking going for the next few weeks.

At least she apologized. I looked ready to claw her throat out, so it may have been for the sake of self-preservation.