So I'm driving along in traffic this morning. Merrily singing along to The Postal Service, when BAM, someone drove into me. Such is life. Shame, I hope Martin Chifarimba's (of Zimbabwean origin) day gets better. And I didn't get his registration number. The only annoying thing is that now i have to use my lunch break to go and report the incident at the police station so that hopefully my insurance can pay for it, because Martin doesn't have insurance. I feel bad for Martin- he has a floppy handshake.