Why, karma? Why?

After suffering from a severe case of boredom on Sunday, I filmed and uploaded this video to my personal channel on YouTube. Apparently, I bitched a little too much about my fear of flat tires and animal death, and not enough about crashes and weather-related disasters. I claimed to be less than concerned about hitting another car, a statement which my life decided to test.

On my way home from work yesterday, I was innocently sitting at a stoplight, waiting for the light to turn green. Suddenly, I felt a small bump, and it took me a moment to realize that I had been hit. The girl behind me had somehow managed to roll into my car, and out of what I assume to be sheer panic, she DROVE AWAY. You should never, ever flee the scene after an automobile accident, no matter how small. 

Fortunately for me, there was no damage, but I still thought it appropriate to grumble to myself about it throughout the rest of my journey home. Apparently, I was focused more on being irritated than I was on how carefully I should drive on the icy neighborhood roads, because I lost control of my car and lumbered into a small snow bank. After trying everything under the sun to dig it out, my family and I gave up a losing battle and left my car there to brave the lonely night. A day later, we are about to attempt to push it out, a plan that I'm sure will go smoothly... except probably not. This is about to be embarrassing.* 

Basically, the moral of the story is to never accidentally challenge karma. They call it a bitch for a reason.

EDIT: No, pushing the car out of the snow did not work, and yes, it was slightly embarrassing. We had to call a tow truck to come to the rescue.