Last year I rear-ended my mom's car, and while I accept full responsibility, I do say that it's partly not my fault: I was backing up because somebody else was coming out of an entrance the wrong way, so I was giving them room to back up . . . and it was the one time I didn't look in the rearview mirror, and ended up backing into somebody else waiting behind me. There wasn't a scratch on the other person's truck, but there's a huge dent and paint chip in the hatchback of my mom's car, as well as a huge dent in the fender.
Maddest I've ever seen her in my life.