Stranger than Fiction 1.25.2006

Today, my worst fear happened. Some guy in a beat up circa 1980's veichle(sp?) rolled up next to my car and motioned for me to roll down my window.
Before he could say a word, I shouted, "If you're going to ask about the dent, I'm not inrested!" and proceded to imagine my shouting followed by a small procession of raw eggs that should have been thrown at him for asking.
It's been one week to the day since a parent waiting in the handicap space hit my parked car. With two weeks to go before my next check, an increase in the district health insurance, my cell phone getting cut off, report cards that need to be finished, and six payments into my used rental car....having to pay for a dent in my parked car was the last thing on my mind.
I think I have finally been initiated into the world of adulthood.