Donttrythisathome.org: Pembroke fucking Pines is why I cannot have nice things. There is a speed bump on the entrance to a parking lot for some dumbass reason. I swing wide to get out of the intersection, heading towards the curb lane and some woman goes outside my already questionable maneuver and rubs paint oft my bumper on her door. We pull over and she wants to see what happened after 'you hit me' - her words. She wiped my paint off her door with a finger, so nbd. I don't come from what you would call calm people, but I just bit my tongue and let the disgust wash over me. Hey, at least I can get good food in this shitty town.