Stupid ass in a 97 Firebird (with the front bumper all scuffed up mind you) just kept rolling out into the street as I turned from the center lane into a shopping center. If I wouldn't have punched it, the ass would have ended up in my back seat. In any case, with a $500 deductible, the scratches on the lower side of my bumper weren't worth calling the cops, but it angered me to let that piece of trash go. He actually tried to make it out as my fault. "You can't come flying in like a bat outta hell, i didn't even see you." Well, my 18" bright white wheels should have been right in his line of sight, but he wasn't even looking where he should have been. I'm gonna go punch our secretary to take my aggressions out.