So I was loading groceries into my trunk at the local IGA over the weekend.
A brand-new Caddy XLR-V pulls in next to me. A lady straight out of "Housewives of OC" gets out (50-ish, make-up and do, obvious cosmetic surgery, designer clothes and jewels, choking perfume, the whole works).
Anyway, I say, "nice car."
She says, in an annoying, nasally voice, "got it from my ex-husband in the divorce settlement, the SOB. And I just had it detailed, so watch your cart."
Just as she says this, the grocery store kid loses control of his line of a dozen carts, and it crashes full speed into the driver'* door.
I would have loved to see the aftermath, but, after recovering from my laughter, I got the heck out of there before she could think to subpoena me as a witness :P
Boy, did I feel bad for the car, though.