Tough break there, John. That women sounds like a real piece o' sh...err..work there, ol' buddy.
And now, in a very tangential way, I think the following little bit of baseball/popular culture lore might have a very slight analogy to your predicament here....
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In a July 6, 1946 interview with Red Barber, Leo Durocher had been commenting on the common belief at the time that if a team's players got along well, they would naturally play better than teams with difficult or irascible players; noting some of the players on the Giants who had reputations as personable individuals, notably Mel Ott, he observed that they were all "nice guys", but would nonetheless finish last (while his Dodgers were in first place), summing up his argument with, "Nice guys; finish last." Durocher later noted that the remark was quoted accurately in the published interview, but came to take on a different meaning when some incorrectly thought he meant that such a team would finish last because it included "nice guys", when in fact he had meant that there was no correlation (and in fact, saw it more as an ironic situation) between the personalities on a team and their level of play. (See 1966 Chicago Cubs, below.) Thus the quote "Nice guys finish last" has long been attributed to Durocher, including an entry in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations. Many historians assert, however, that the famous four words never were actually uttered by Durocher; the quotation as it is remembered actually came from headline writers distilling Durocher's quote that "The nice guys are all over there, in seventh place, not in this dugout" into a pithy soundbite.
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(in other words, the dumb broad parked in the wrong spot, the mark you made on her bumper was insignificant and could've easily been rubbed out, AND you evidently already knew that the dumb broad was ALSO as real bee-yatch TOO...and sooooo, I think, ol' buddy, you were being WAY too nice in this situation by attempting to inform her of this VERY minor scuff...and you probably would've fit right into the lineup of the 1946 New York Giants, and of course, you would've finished in 7th place along with Mel Ott and the boys that year too!!!)
