good talk

Before he left for Asia, Mike told me to take his NV license plate, only need one on the rear, and turn it in to the DMV.  So I washed it with hot, soapy, water, dried it, and put 2 gallon-bags around it tying them with a twistie.  I go to the DMV and walk up to the front of a humongous line and offer the license plate to a DMV guy who looked like he was from India.  He said, you can't just walk up here, you have to wait in line ...Do you want it...  As I was walking away, to smooth things over ...It's washed...  For the past 3 months I've owned 2 cars, the Avalon and also the '74 Dodge.  I drove the Dodge to the gym and afterwards was driving down Maryland Pkwy. towards a pizza and then home.  I was just going the 35 mile limit in traffic when I felt a horrible jolt from someone hitting me in the rear.  I pull over and this Filipino woman also pulls over in her SUV.  I had never felt anything like that in my life, it was a terrible feeling.  I expected all kinds of damage but all I had was some marks on the bumper and the aluminum strip between the rear lights that says DODGE was pushed-in in the middle.  It was the slightest of damage.  The woman was going to her job at McDonald's dressed in their livery, I didn't talk bad to her or even raise my voice, but indicated disappointment in her driving (how could she be so careless), and let it go at that.  That's a steel-car with big steel-bumpers, had that been the Avalon the trunk would have been in the back seat.