So last Friday I bought a new car. Well, not new per-say, but new to me. It's a civic, in pretty great shape, and has a fresh coat of paint on it. . . or at least it did.
Today I left my car at work while we went out to dinner with the Boss Lady. R dropped me back off at my car a couple of hours later when I saw it. THE BIGGEST door-dink mark of life. You can quite literally see the entire length of the door that slammed into my precious, precious car. Not only is there a huge, foot long, mark on my car, but the paint is chipped off in several places.
I was (am) pissed. Super pissed. Beyond super pissed. Not just because they damaged my car that I have barely even owned for a whole week, but because they didn't even leave me an 'I'm sorry' note. It is NOT a small dent. Not by any stretch of the imagination. And I wasn't parked in a public lot, I was parked in the rear employees lot. This is a fact that really REALLY makes me mad. Because I know everyone who parks back there. It's someone I work with, someone who says hi to me every day, and they didn't even take two seconds to say 'oops, totally didn't mean to dent the side of your car in'.
So now, when I go into work on Monday I'm going to be eyeballing everyone I see. Wondering who was the braying jackass (who was clearly raised by wolves) that had the audacity to smash up the side of my car and just drive away.
Currently I feel like posting an open letter to said jackass on the side of my car above the dent. However, I think that might result in slashed tires.
People are rude. RUDE.
And they should be ashamed.
that.is.all.
...that hardly sounds accidental, I'm pretty sure you have to actually try to make a dent like that in someone's car, but maybe I'm wrong.
ReplyDeletePoor thing! I'd rather a scratch than a dent...maybe they were gripped with fear that you were going to come out at any second and relocate their asshole with your glorious, consummate fury. And so they ran. I always like to think that notes were lost in the wind, like one of those CGI, long-winded Disney explanations of how things are tragically lost and alter the events of a life. Maybe they just wrote the note and kept it...I've done that: written a note, then decided that it was best to hate some nameless, faceless Asshole (I hate when people capitalize abstracts or symbols...but I'm finishing Slaughterhouse Five now, and it's ingrained in my mind) than some chipper sounding bitch who fate allowed to park next to them with either no insurance, no time, or, frankly, no inclination to pay. I've left a note like that:
ReplyDeleteHello,
I regret to inform you that your car has been scratched. I saw the whole thing--the guy was HUGE, and he was beating his wife. I'm chasing them down now to get a plate number--wait here and I'll come back with help.
Regretfully yours,
Humbert Humbert
Don't do what I would do if I were in your situation...which is, in a reality dulled by my own bubblegum rage, key every car within three rows of mine, just minutely, so I felt better overall.
Where's my new car photo, my lovely?
J and I miss Small Dog. I mean, of course we miss your whole setup, but at least five times this month one or the other of us has been doing something, laying somewhere, saying someone, and out of nowhere comes, "I miss Small Dog," or "I wish Chloe was still here." And Homeless Kitty, of course--God, I loved Homeless Kitty. I sometimes think that's why I'm being punished by all things good right now--because I left my cat. But I didn't mean to--you saw...she was there, and then she was gone. Once we boxed up fat cat, she was long fucking gone. And I guess she came back that night. One of these days, if you guys are out in that neck of the woods, you could try to find her. Catch her. I'd...well, I can't really imagine how I'd get her. We know a guy who will keep her, though. And he's awesome--he's balling these two bitches at the same time...and they are fine-ass looking broads, too. They for some reason came to my home after you left...with the guy, I mean--he showed up to see if J was around, bitches in tow, and was as surprised as you can imagine to find that we were moving. We literally told no one.
I'm ranting...because I know the internet is off now. But I'm going to copy and paste it, and when I have the opportunity to paste, God damn it, I'll be ready!
Muhwah!