Turtle got beat up, east coast bully style

After about an hour of sleep, and a headache that is just shy of migraindom, I head off to work. As you  might imagine, the morning is not off to a good start. About two minutes into my drive, I also realize that I have left razzledazzleberrybaby (my phone) at home. Ugggghhh. 

I pull up to a yield sign, looking back and to the left, with traffic as heavy as it is, it's obvious that I will not be getting on the main

 drag for awhile. My car, Turtle, was affectionately named for his shape; however being on the east coast and not having a lot of get-up-and-go, his name has a dual purpose. 

Well, the vehicle behind me must have thought that I was going to go in the two foot space that opened up and started to pull forward. Because I was not moving forward at all, he slammed into me and beat up Turtle.  

Needless to say, this did not help my headache at all.