I had just pulled into the parking lot of Char-Grill, ready for a tasty Friday afternoon burger. A black Jeep Cherokee in front of me stopped to look for a parking place. Before I know it, the Cherokee is backing up straight for me. I lay on the horn for a second or two but its no use. She backs right into my left headlight, crumpling the hood.
I traded contact information and insurance information but decided against filing a police report. I’m going to head over to the body shop to see what we’re looking at to fix it.
And just what is it about my cars that attracts Jeep Cherokees?