Today I dropped off Mia at the church where we are packing bags of food for Venezuelan refugees and poor Peruvians and headed to Economax for what was supposed to be a quick trip to get a few things. Four blocks from my destination I thought, "There are police near the entry of Economax. Where is my permission to be out during lockdown to show them." I glanced toward the passenger seat where I thought it was and it wasn't there. BAM! I hit the car in front of me! He had slowed down for the really big speed bumps on the avenue and I hit him in the moment I had looked for my permit. Ugh! Thankfully, the driver was super nice and didn't start yelling at me. And thankfully, he wasn't hurt! I called my insurance agent who sent a claims person who arrived on a motorcycle 30 minutes later. By then, the other driver and I decided it would be easiest for me to just give him $200 (he only asked for $170) and go on our ways and not spend the day filling out forms in the police station.
This is a picture of the car I hit. Give thanks that no one was hurt. Our SUV has a barely crooked front bumper now.