To the woman in the Food Lion parking lot today; you who parked her Toyota so far back into the space behind that I had to inch up bit by bit in order to fit into my space, but not touch your car (which I was careful not to do):
You walked over and made a great show of checking your bumper; you must have thought I had hit your car - or else you were mad because you couldn't get into your trunk for your two small bags of groceries. All you had to do was ask me to back up a bit. Getting in, slamming your door, firing up, revving the engine and then going into reverse and ramming my front bumper was totally uncalled for. Also, driving off in a hurry was sneaky. You didn't even register any surprise when you hit me. I know, because I could see your determined face in your rear-view mirror. I got your license plate number, and I just might report you to the police. That'll learn ya'.