It was all so innocent and simple. I had gone for my regular chiropractor appointment. Working out the knots of tension. I had parked on the street. And was as light as air as they returned to my car. As I slid into the driver's seat, I saw it on the windshield.
A parking violation envelope.
And the tension returned almost instantly. I looked around. I was in a legal space. I had put my ADA placard where all could see and that little sign means I don't have to feed a meter. I grabbed the envelope while dropping F-bombs as if it was Hiroshima 1945.
Turns out it was not a ticket, but a note.
"Text or call me. I accidentally hit the left bumper of your car. I am so so sorry."
I didn't know how to react. At first, I checked out the damage and, with my hand, I was able to make the scratches disappear. One, however, did scrape a little paint and probably will require some auto body work.
But that didn't bother me. This was one auto mishap that actually made me smile. Because this girl (I could tell by her name) did something that 99.9999% of the cretins around us would never do. It's sparked my hope for humanity.
The damage is minimal but will probably have a cost attached. She was thankful that I was so easy on her and that I was not trading insurance information. If there is a cost for repair, we will deal with it like civilized folks. At one point, she asked if I was from NY. I don't know why, considering I wasn't screaming at her like a New Yorker. Nope, it was because of my accent.
I looked her up on Instagram when I got home and it turns out she's probably around 30 years old. And quite attractive. If there weren't a 25-30 difference in ages, this would have a great "meet cute" for a Hallmark movie.
Okay, Len, what are you thinking? Just be happy and content that there are decent people still left in this world.
Dinner last night: Beef stir fry.
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