Where do they come from??

So there I was: stopped at a red light, when I was hit. I'm fine; that isn't the bad part. When I get out to check the damage and get insurance...

Him: (waking up and says to the passenger, also waking up) dude, she's panhandling.
Me: Um, you just hit my car (!) You haven't reversed yet...
Him: I dont have any change, but could you get that car to move? (points to my car)
It was all downhill from there...

And for the record, I was dressed up. Fancy boots, skinny jeans and a nice sweater. Hair & make up done, too. At 29th & Lamar on a Sunday night.
And I'm a panhandler. Really?!? Thanks a lot, d-bag. Why don't ya just hit me again...

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