It's not a very good one.
Once when I was parked at a blockbuster renting some games, a little old lady came in and asked if anyone owned a red Honda Civic in the parking lot. Oh dear, I thought to myself, knowing damn well she meant mine. I went outside to see what had happened.
Apparently she had misjudged the distance and left a small ding in my bumper with her old ass Lincoln Towncar. I, being the overly nice mother fucker that I am, let the lady go without taking her information or even any cash, seeing as how I could probably fix the scratch myself. She looked quite relieved as she drove off.
When I got home, I buffered out the scratch and looked to make sure there was no other damage... there was. The screws that held my front bumper in place were shattered completely and I had driven home with my bumper 'balanced' on the screwholes...
God... Fucking... Damn...
I noticed then that the bottom of the bumper was all scratched up as if it had hit pavement. Apparently, she had knocked off my bumper, put it sloppily back on as if it would just stick there, and played it off like nothing. It didn't cost much to buy new screws and fix it, but had my bumper fallen off, which I'm surprised it did not, I would have fucked up my bumper and maybe my tires beyond repair.
My point is: Old people need euthanasia.
/Anti elderliness.
Just be glad you didn't knock off the guys bumper, Descent, 'cause I was pissed.