earlier this year I was crossing the street to go home, and just as I stepped into the cross walk a white sedan driven by a lady yelling at her husband slowley drove right into me. I was pushed out of the way with her right front fender and nearly had my foot run over. The last thing she made contact with was the key to my front door which I held in my right hand, she actually drove into my key. As she continued i did not feel the need to surrender any more ground as I was already feeling bad about giving up so much, so the key stayed and she scraped the length of her little white car along its pointy tip. It took me a second to realize what had happened; my key had been cared. Thankfully the key sustained no damage other than a few flecks of paint so I did not take down here plate # or call the police