colliding with metaphor
I was having a good day.
This is what happens when you are paying more attention to your destination than the road ahead of you. Ironically enough, I was on my way to donate blood. The guy in the lane next to me just wouldn't get out of the way. I let my frustration at possibly missing the impending turn distract me sufficiently, and I failed to notice that traffic had come to one of its frequent and sudden standstills in front of me. It was stupid, and I regret ruining everyones' evening - as well as missing my appointment for a blood donation.
Not one of my finer moments.
And for what it is worth, while the bumper is dented, the Texas plate remained unbent and unbroken. I guess that they just make 'em tough out there.