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So, we’re parked in a McDonald’s drive thru lane waiting to pull up to the drive-thru window. WHAM! A Dodge RAM pick-up rear ends my Ford Escape Hybrid. It sounded bad and was a good hard jolt, but Sara slept through it and we were all still in our seatbelts and fine.

Justin gets out to inspect the damage and get the rammer’s insurance information (another insured motorist, thank goodness!) It takes a good 7 to 10 minutes with our two vehicles blocking the drive-thru lanes, and the gal at the McDonald’s checkout window peers out at the unfolding “drama” periodically. (We were in Bastrop, Texas, so it’s not like there was an influx of traffic, for McDonald’s eats or otherwise.)

We finally get all the information exchanged and move on up to the window to claim our now much more expensive, potentially, McDonald’s breakfasts, and what are the first words out of the McDonald’s cashier’s mouth?

“That guy hit you?”

I sooooo wanted to pipe up, “No, it’s a lover’s quarrel,” or something equally offbeat in response.

As Bill Engvall would say:
“Here’s your sign!”

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Thankfully, we’re all fine and the visible damage to our vehicle is superficial. We basically now have a reversed imprint of the rammer’s license plate number embedded in the Escape Hybrid’s rear bumper, but the reverse sensors in the bumper still appear to work (though they might need to be reaimed/recalibrated, if that is how they work).