The Car is OK

So last Thursday my husband and I realized he'd left his ATM card INSIDE the ATM at the gas station the previous Saturday. Yeah. The girl who works there knows us so I told him I'd stop by on my way home from work because if someone turned it in she would hold it for us. I got off work and stopped by there, but no, she didn't have it because no one turned it in (hope the person who got it knows karma). So I thanked her and went back out to my car...which was parked around the corner of the store because the front spaces had been full when I got there. The gas station is in a shopping center with a Pizza Hut and a bar, and it's across from a huge 24/7 farmer's market where all the grocery stores go to purchase their produce. Ok so I leave the store and turn the corner and see an old (drunk) man with a white beard and white hair walking towards me. Right away he says, "kdjfkdfoieeijfljfdlfjdklfefj;ewofjeofeofjfjdslkfjdfafj Gringa!" Yeah, I didn't catch the first part, but seeing as how I was the only "gringa" around I knew he was talking to me. He starts following me and keeps talking. I looked at him and said, "I don't speak Spanish," although this did not deter him. So he follows me around to the driver's side and I got in the car. As I'm shutting the door he tries to climb in too...yeah. I hit him in the face and (probably because he was already drunk, and not so much because of my big muscles) he falls back far enough for me to get the door shut. You know how in scary movies the person trying to get away always drops their keys? Well they're stupid because my key went right into the ignition and I drove away like a robber from a bank. After arriving home and giving my husband all the dramatics he said, "Oh no! Is the car ok?"