I hear beeps and toots from my office window all the time
since I am right here on the town square (yes it's an old
southern college town). This long one followed several
deliberate short blasts gave me cause to pause for a
looksee. Apparently a young college student was backing out
of an angled parking space in his small pickup and bumped
into one of those smallish Jeep Liberty's waiting to pull
into another spot. I guess he didn't look before backing up.
I can see the largish dent in the passenger side. To me, it
looked like it could be popped out pretty easily, and a
little paint touchup. But the couple got out of the Jeep,
looked at the dent and started doing the "oh man i can't
believe this (*&#$%. Look at that *()#$# !" dance. He did
this dance several more times, even after the police came
and filled out the report. Not just the man but the woman
too. The young fellow got out and shook his head with a look
of resignation and "what else can go wrong today" (summer
classes started today). Nothing wrong with his truck at
least as far as I could see.
Soon the fellow's parents were there; the father did nothing
but hold his hands on his hips like a football coach, and
before long the mother was giving directions to the lady of
the dented vehicle, standing between them and her
son...interesting dynamics. All told this took more than an
hour, in fact they're still out there, shaking hands like
the boxing match is over.
I rambled on about all this because it seems like such a
silly thing compared to what Claire and the many others have
written about being hit or forced to the asphalt. All this
time & money over a dent in some metal (plastic?).
Me, I can't wait to get on my bike to ride home.
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Cheers!
Duke