I got rear ended the other night. I was driving home, through DC, and stopped at a red light. The car behind me was also stopped. Only, then it WASN’T stopped, and it bonked (quite hard) right into me. I was startled. I jumped out to see what had happened, who had hit me. The guy was still sitting in his car, so I walked up to his window, which he opened. “What?”, was his response. “What??? Umm, you just HIT ME, that’s what!”. What followed was an exchange where he insisted it was “nothing” and I insisted that he had HIT MY CAR. He got more and more irate, and I got more and more ticked off. He said, “Yeah, I looked at my phone”. Look, I am no angel. I look at my phone at red lights, too. And I do not know why he decided to step on the gas, just because he was looking at his phone, but for some reason he must have (or perhaps taken his foot off the brake, but he hit me pretty hard so it felt like gas…). So there I stood, at 10:30 PM, in the dark, at th