'Twas not a planned lunch date. More of an impromptu meeting with new acquaintances. The guy behind the Ray Bans, from Michigan, was kinda cute in his kevlar vest and all. My car, which provided the substance of the sandwich did not fare too well. The driver who actually made the sandwich was apparently unsatisfied with the finished product and when I asked him to back up so that I could look at the rear end of my car, proceeded to put his car in drive and hit me again. Good grief. At least we're still going TO Tombstone and not looking FOR one. No one was injured.