Not been a victim of morons with keys, though the equally idiotic brain donors who don't seem to realise just how big their cars are have given me a nudge recently when I've been parked up in a car park somewhere. Really light scratches but has put the slighties of creases in front of the rear arch. Only noticed it the other day when I came out the house and the light caught it.
What really cheezes me off is the (remembering we're not in over 18's here) rotters usually only drive piddly little things like Micras - it's not like they're trying to manouvre a forty tonner! Really, it makes me so cross.
I usually park at the top end of the car park, next to something flashy - Audis and Mercs are my favourite, the Jags work well too, but they still sometimes manage to barge into the space next to you, 1000cc engine revving up to 6000rpm as they inch forward, peering over the steering wheel like geriatric munchkins. And what's that all about with the junk on the parcel shelf? There's always either a cushion, a straw hat or a box of tissues on there. Why on earth do you need a box of tissues on the blimmin' parcel shelf?
And don't get me started on those Christian 'fish' stickers........fume.........seethe......