There was an awkward, merging, stop-sign at the lower end of Beaver Falls. I was heading home from doing one of my yard jobs. I pulled up to the stop sign. Then, I pulled out a little further and stopped again.
The guy behind me rear-ended me. It felt like just a bumb. He backed up, pulled around me and disappeared. I got out to discover the back of my beautiful car was mangled.
I gave pursuit - with no success.
I drove the car home and parked it in our driveway; then waited for Dad to get home from work.
When he pulled in, he asked what had happened. I told him.
He sat down on the ground and looked at the back of the car. I sat down too.
Twenty minutes passed - without a word.
Finally, Mom called us to dinner. Dad headed toward the back door - me following. I asked him: "Dad, what are we going to do?"
Now he spoke! He spun around and said: "What are WE going to do? It's your car!"
After supper, I asked him if he would help me get the trunk open. He popped the lock out and showed me how to open it with a screw driver.
That was the end of the matter.
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