About That Rental Car
I was in a parking lot, waiting for a Cadillac to pull out of a spot so that I could pull in. All the handicapped spaces were taken, including one filled with a painter's truck, facing in toward the middle of the lot. I turned off the radio, rolled up my window, and watched the careful, white haired gentleman maneuver his vehicle out of the space I had my eye on. And then there was a bump. It wasn't a big bump. It didn't make all that much noise. My car rocked, but just a little. Something had happened, but I didn't know what. For a moment, my PTSD-self was seething and tears sprang to my eyes. I was stuck in the seat, afraid to move, unable to move, not wanting to move. The moment passed, but it reminded me of how far I have to go to really put this whole getting shot thing away in its proper place. I got out of the car, leaving the door wide open, when I could move. I walked to the back right quadrant and there it was, a blac...