I started the holiday off with a bang this year.

And not the kind people like.

As I was at the airport to pic the family up, at a dead stop in the line for "Arrivals", suddenly my SUV took a heck of a jolt and I got rear-ended fairly hard. WTF?!?

I got out and this fattish woman behind me in some stoopid wanna-be "cross-over" SUV lite was sitting there looking all shocked that she'd just plowed into me.

My first question to her, with concern in my voice: "Are you ok?"

My second question, after she answered that she was: "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I'd been at a dead stop for ten to fifteen seconds--it's not like I'd just braked or anything.

"UH, I was looking down at something, she replied." And sure enough, she still had some little booklet in her hand.

If it had been her phone, I'da been tempted to snatch it and pitch it over the nearby fence onto the tarmac.

But then I looked at the rear of my vehicle, expecting to see some significant damage because she'd hit me hard. Surprisingly, mine had not a scuff. The I saw why. She'd driven into and onto my trailer hitch and torn up her front bumper and grill something impressive. Her vehicle never even made contact with any part of mine other than the ball hitch.

"Have a nice day and pay attention to what you're doing," I said. Then I got back into my vehicle and drove off. And people wonder why I have this thing about women drivers...sheesh!

Ironically, I'd spent like twenty minutes trying to get that trailer hitch OFF just a few weeks ago but couldn't get one rusted cotter pin to move so I gave up on it. I'm glad now that I wasn't able to get it off, because she'd have torn the hell out of my rear bumper and tailgate but for that hitch.