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Had a minor freakout today when I bumped the car next to me (slightly) when I was trying to back out of a tight squeeze in the school parking lot today.

I couldn't tell if there was any damage, the car itself was already kind of a messed-up beater car to begin with. I know I didn't leave any dents. But I did the right thing, left them a note with my number if they noticed any damage I didn't and blahblahblah.

So now I'm just sitting around the house waiting just in case for a phone call. Kind of paranoid right now and I haaaaate it. I dunno what to expect. I think I've caught my Dad's law enforcement-induced over-suspicion abotu everything, cuz I'm wondering stuff like WHAT IF THEY TRY TO CHEAT ME CUZ THEIR CAR IS ALREADY A PIECE OF CRAP ANYWAY.

UGHHH.

In three more hours I probably won't have to worry anymore since most people's classes are done around six. At least, I KNOW I won't have to worry by the time I go to bed. But I hate the waiting soooo much right now.

And for some reason after I've had something vehicle-related happen to me I drive more carefully in video games too.

MAN I AM THE MOST POLITE DRIVER IN SAINTS ROW 2 RIGHT NOW.