Sometimes The Agoraphobia Is Right

Well, apparently taking myself out to make groceries was not the panacea I required. I got the groceries, but backed into a lady's SUV in the parking lot. Totally my fault, though I could not tell you how I did it if you put a gun to my head. I only dinged my rear fender and cracked a taillight, but I scratched up her passenger door pretty good, and just guessing from the super-fancy private school stickers on her car and the high-poppalorum street address she gave me, I bet it's going to be ...