Summary
I had just picked up my new car when I got rear-ended. I hopped out, cursing up a storm, only to freeze in my tracks at the sight of a Rolls-Royce.
The big shot in the back seat had his eyes half-lidded, a strange expression on his face. He stared at the rear of my car in silence for a long moment before finally speaking in a cool, calm voice.
“Fine.”
Right there on my bumper was a sticker that read: “Ugly and desperate to wed. Rear-end me and I’m yours.”