In the same parking lot as last time, which was just a hair more than a MONTH AGO . Jesus.
The front bumper this time.
And since the driver wasn't actually in the parked car that I hit (always with the parked cars), I had no one to call an asshole. Certainly not the nice police officer who helped me.
Luckily? There's been such a back up at our insurance-approved pro-shop (which sounds like it should be part of a country club but is just a glass and autobody place) that the old damage doesn't get fixed until the end of the month, so now the new damage can just get fixed, too. (And since 3 out of 4 corners of my car are screwed, watch out back left bumper-- I am coming for you next).
Also, I figured out why my dad paid all those wedding bills so cheerfully. My auto abuse? No longer his problem.