My run of bad karma continues...

Someone hit my car.

Someone hit Bucky.

Someone, probably at Satellite between Tuesday and Thursday, nosed into a parking space and, with their right-hand bumper, bent in my back right wheel well and barely dented my door, but barely dented is still dented.

Someone probably felt the feedback of metal-on-metal in their steering wheel and instantly went into reverse and realigned. But Someone probably decided Bucky was just yucky enough that the rain-splatters would hide any damage and, really, no harm, no foul.

Or Someone didn't have insurance.

Either way, Someone didn't leave a note.

Someone in Albuquerque is driving around with a rivulet of Mazda Emerald Green on a bumper.

And while I'm sure Someone probably cringed and probably felt really bad about hitting my car with his or her SUV, they still drove away and didn't leave a note.

I am so sick right now.