I put the car near the hypermarket, I haven’t had time to turn off the lighting yet, as a woman parks (almost flying) in front of me on a Mersedes-Benz GT, squeezing onto my parking spot. He sharply opens the door, hits the neighboring KIA car, not even noticing that I was looking at it, closes the car and leaves.

I get a pen and paper to write my contacts under the KIA glass and describe who hit them. And at this moment, a company of 4 women approaches Kia, just as frighteningly opening the doors and touching the mercy.

They were not as upset that I watched it and they left. Thanks, I didn’t write paper.