Well, here's the thing. We are taught early to talk slowly and enunciate clearly. It's unfair to take advantage of damyankees from Pennsylvania.
There is an elderly couple from Texas (near Dallas) in the next room, and I heard every one of his cuss words very clearly while he was digging his car out of a snow drift.
His car was covered with ice under the snow. I gave him an extra ice scraper I had. He had remote start on the car and I told him to start the car and let it run for a while to warm it up.
Success, he gets the door open. (after the car was running for a while)
Knock - knock on my door?
He reaches for his wallet to give me his insurance info... He hit my truck while trying to get his car out.
I go outside to check things out. Yep, there is a dent there behind the left rear tire, but that WAS there. Couldn't see any other damage, so no big deal.
Looked at his car and there is a nice gash about 3" high x 6" long from his right rear tail light into the quarter panel.
He caught the leading edge of my rear bumper just right and it peeled his car open like a tin can.
Edit: He took a spin down the road, came back, and they are going to hibernate in the motel till it melts!