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