Family tradition

I come from a family of good drivers with good records on the road. But insurance companies would think twice about covering us if they knew what occurred in our driveway. Once my sister (driving my new-used car) ran into her own car, busting my tail light. My Mom has too many incidents to mention here, and she tells the stories better anyway. My Dad surprisingly had the gravest accidents, including running over my foot (luckily, missed my toes and just got my shoe stuck) and sadly, hitting one of the family cats. So it should surprise no one when I did this damage earlier today before heading out to the post office to mail Christmas packages. Not sure which is more disturbing: a) my initial thought was that I’d left my brake on as I felt the resistance of the plant, b) when I realized it was an object and not my brake I thought I hit the stray cat the neighbor has been feeding, or c) I was clearly at least a foot and a half off the concrete.