Today at work my boss's dad came by to visit. After visiting for a while he said his goodbyes and headed out the door. A few minutes later he was back, and came into my office.
I just backed into your car.
I just hit your car as I was backing out.
No, I'm not, I just hit your car.
We headed out the door together to look at the damage. It wasn't too bad, just a big scrape and a dent across the driver's side back door. He apologized and told me to go get it fixed and send him the bill, and he told me I can drive a spare car of his while my car is in the shop. --That was nice.
And oh well, sh*! happens.