... because some asshat is bound to come along and f*ck 'em up. Case in point:
That happened in the Wally-World parking lot last evening. I couldn't have been inside shopping for more than 20 minutes and then I came out to find what ya see above. No note, no apology, just a hit and run. I figger that's prolly a $150.00 ding but we'll find out when we take The Tart over to our favorite body shop in The Big(ger) City™ on Monday.
(sigh) It's always SUMTHIN'.