Really? What if you were on your way to your car in the car park and you almost got hit by a woman who was texting. Then, your heart still thumping, you walked over to your car and realized, hey, that very same lady must have been parked here, and, for shame, this very same lady hath opened her car door most hastily directly into one of your side panels. It is dented most troublingly!
You sigh, remembering yourself, the baby jesus, and England and put your groceries away. You enter the road, wait at a traffic light where you were humming one of your favourite passages from the Eroica symphony, while counting your numerous blessings, and you continue on past a line of parallel parked cars. One abruptly pulls out and smashes into you, causing your dry washed ethiopian coffee to scald your testicles.
Zounds you say, zounds, struth! Before you can even fully leave your wreck of a car, still in slight shock, testicles still stinging, you are stunned to see the very same texter from before. It is as though she has come back to more thoroughly address your side panel. You take a deep breath and are just about to ask if the fair maiden is ok, when she pushes her glasses up conspicuously with her bony middle finger, causing her button nose's ample nostrils to flair agressively, all the while she clutches a small corgi wearing diamonds. For her small frame, and limited diaphragm, she emits an outsized screech, and begins screaming "look at what you've done to my car you ugly wretch, it's worth more than your house." Her dog, sensing blood, begins yapping endlessly. In between insults, she consoles her pooch. "I'm sorry this stupid man hurt you, Valentina."
Still not?