Close, but no cigar

Thanks to that music and food extravaganza, On the Waterfront, all of downtown where I work is being transformed into a nuthouse of stages, food booths and beer gardens. And they use all the parking lots to do this, making it even more difficult to park. So today, I have to play beat-the-meter-maid by moving my car every two hours from parallel spots on the street. I found a spot at a sweet location right across the street from my office. When I opened my door and swung my leg out, an SUV smashed into my open door, just missing my leg.
It was a bit unnerving.
Thankfully the driver is a co-worker and has insurance. The door still shuts, but now the chime rings incessantly when I drive.