The good ole crumple zone in action. Serves her right. Not only did she get the worst of it, she got to look at it. Now everytime she sees a crushed soda can she'll think "Oh my poor Honda!". Everytime she sees a wadded up paper she'll think "My Honda, my Honda!". She'll be traumatized for life. For life! Or maybe she's thinking "God how I hated that Honda, now I can get something better - like a Crossfire!".

Gee, I haven't had anything to drink and yet look at what I'm writing. I'm beginning to scare myself.