The Thinking Minority

For those of you who didn't hear, on November 23rd John and I were rear-ended on the way to work. The woman's insurance paid for the damage and for the rental car, but it was kind of a pain in neck (literally and figuratively). We finally got our car back, fixed, last Friday (a week ago). Since the accident, John and I have both been a little paranoid - you know, looking in the rearview mirror at every stoplight, cringing at every near accident. But we talked about it - I mean, really, what are the chances of getting hit twice in a short period of time?

Tonight, God gave us our answer: 100%.

Yes, that's right, we were rear-ended. Again. But this guy was not so nice as to stop, ask if we were okay, check the damage, call the police, exchange information, etc. Nope. Not this guy. He decided his best course of action would be to drive off.

But we got his plate.