I didn't meet this Asshole but I know he is an Asshole

I'm at Flying J truck stop in Walton, KY, relaxing, looking at some Sporty bobbers online when I am jolted forward.
Damn! Somebody just backed into me.

I put my boots back on and went to the back of the trailer to see if everything's fine.
It is.

Except the behavior of the culprit. He didn't get out to check things out.
(And by the way I felt the impact, he had to know he hit me.)
He just pulled away, toward the exit.
Never saw his truck and the trailer doors and sides were blank.

I may not know you driver, but I do know you're an Asshole.