We had the car just one week to the day yesterday. We've been together for 5 years, give or take. We decided to celebrate our anniversary by going to Il Fornaio. While in Roseville, we stopped by World Market to look around. Shel's still getting used to driving again, still getting used to driving a car newer than 1968, and still getting used to this car, and its transmission (manual, each of which, I'm convinced, has its own personality). We park the car at World Market and get out to decompress. A woman backing out of the parking space behind us backs up right into the new Yaris. Like such things often are, it took place in a rushed slow-motion. We watched her backing. We saw that she wasn't going to stop her SUV in time to avoid our compact car. We yelled. We waved. We ran. We watched while a big SUV backed slowly into our seven-day-old car and dented the bumper. Shel, wisely, just walked away, saying "handle it." As the SUV driver pulled forward, the plastic bumper returned to its intended shape, and the impact wasn't even forceful enough to set off the car's alarm, but it did leave a very faint scuff.
The poor SUV driver was very apologetic, obviously flustered and upset by the incident, and was just the kind of person you'd want to get into an accident with if you have to get into one with anybody.
Then, you really never want to get into an accident, do you? Particularly not in your parked seven-day-old car.
Anyhow, we bought about $50 worth of wines that we're looking forward to trying, including two different Barbera's and a Carmenere. We passed on an accordion for Suzanne's little one. We bought some chocolate and went on with our day. If a new car has to get into a wreck, it's better that it be a truly minor one.
