I am never leaving the house again. period. (and extra periods........)

So, after being sick the past couple of days with fluid in my ear I decide to make the best of things and get out of the house. I went to the local Hell-Mart to get seat covers for my new car. I checked out and put my purchases in the trunk. I got in, checked my mirrors, turned on the air, looked both ways behind me twice and proceeded to back out very slowly. Fat lot of good that did me as an old lady with a bouffant backed into me and tore my damn bumper off. THE WHOLE DAMN BUMPER. It was one of those slow-motion horror moments. I screamed "No, stop, no no no Oh fuck" to no avail. She hit me and kept right on going. I got out of the car and it was hanging off of one side by a piece of liner felt, sitting at a 45 degree angle from the back of my car. Foam and bits were everywhere. I made sure the old lady was fine. Her car? Yeah,some smudges of yellow paint on the rear fender. She didn't stop once she hit me,hence tearing my entire bumper off. I picked my bumper up so no one would run over it and started making the necessary calls. RPD, insurance, Mum, Trav and Ryan (who got texted since he's in Mississippi for work). I was doing alright until I heard her say to a friend who showed up that it was my fault. I couldn't sucker punch an old lady so I bit my tongue and sat in the divers seat. Waited around for the cop to show up, luckily she was one of the nicest RPD officers I've met thus far. I heard her tell the lady she was at fault while I was using my multi-tool to cut the felt loose so I could pick my bumper up and put it in my trunk. Mum showed up right after the cop left and the old lay pulled away. She helped me maneuver the bumper through the trunk and back seats.

I give up. I've not even had the car a week and this happens. WTF? *sigh* I know things could be A LOT worse ut seriously? An old lady tore my bumer off, said it was my fault and wouldn't look me in the eye?

Some photos after I got home: