Not having a good day.

We were broadsided in the parking lot of Craig's work this morning when a SUV was going too fast and couldn't stop at his stop. We had the right-of-way and were going only about 5mph and couldn't move in time because the lot was slippery. Chewie was in the backseat (belted in, of course) and had glass from the rear passenger window rain down on him when it blew out. The SUV had a slightly bent bumper and a furious driver. He, of course, blamed me. If I may point out in my defense, his truck would not have ripped the metal of our car if he had been going the speed limit (of 10 mph) or lower (since conditions warranted that). It would have just dented if he had been. We're all fine (other than being pretty irritated that our new car is smashed up.)

Update: Our insurance company found us to not be at fault (and was appalled that this much damage was done in a parking lot!) so we don't have to pay our deductible. Yeay!