I've Got Observations About So Many Things, But Not About Cars

I'm driving down 70th when my car is schmacked by a piece of branch or someshit launched out of an industrial mower. Aside from the pee running down my leg, this isn't an emergency, so I can't pull over and stop traffic.
I reach my destination and bend down by the side of the car. Those bastards! I've probably got a gaping hole in my....lower bumperish-side-fender thing.
I see that there are many dents. So very many.
And honestly, I don't remember any of them.
Those bastards! That flying tree made at least 40 dents of varying sizes and severity!