I've never seen someone make such a fuss over a light bumper tap. Yet you felt the need to get up from your meal, rush outside, and yell at me for "hitting your truck". Our bumpers ever so lightly kissed. Those sorts of things happen all the time. No damage was done. That's what bumpers were invented for. Yet you were clearly enraged when you went back in the restaurant. Then, when I tried to apologize, I'm pretty sure you mouthed the words "fuck you" with your mouth full of Baba Ganoush or something. Nice. I'd hate to see how you react when something really tragic happens. Have a nice stroke, fatass.