Friday, January 13, 2006
Scratch? What Scratch?

I stopped and bought a turkey pita sandwich today for lunch. I drove to the campus and parked in the parking lot.  I was reading some news, eating my sandwich in my car, and enjoying the afternoon sun.  Across from me and 2 cars down a pretty, young girl driving a smokin' hot, shiny, red Volkswagen Jetta parked her car. She was in the corner of her row, which is a wider parking space.  She got out and went to class.  About 10 minutes later, a woman in her late thirties-early forties drove into the space next to the red car with her dark green minivan.  She must have realized that she wasn't parked legally (I think it was obvious when she couldn't open her door), so she proceeded to back out. Gee, she couldn't back out as the RED CAR WAS HOOKED ONTO THE PASSENGER SIDE OF HER VAN. Did this women give up? No-sireee. She pulled forward and tried to back out again. Each consecutive try caused the red car to rock.  Well this woman had perseverance by jove, so she pulled forward (after 5 or 6 tries) and really gunned her engine.  She pulled the red car back from the curb about 3 feet with her van somehow unhooking the vehicles, drove about 15 spaces away, got out of her van and went towards the campus buildings.   BLINKS.  Un-freakin'-real. I was pissed.

 I called campus security with my cell phone and about 5 minutes later the head of security arrived (now that's service).  I told him what happened and we walked to the green van.  I thought it was real sweet that the woman had tried to wipe off any incriminating red paint on her passenger side.  There were obvious marks down the whole side of her van as well as a nice, big dig on the running board.  He took pictures of the van and wrote down her license plate.  He pointed out where she tried to wipe off the evidence.  We walked down to the red car. Holy crap, that stupid woman scraped and dinged up that poor car and she wasn't going to do a damn thing about it.  Joke's on her. The officer left his card and number on each car informing them that their vehicles were involved in an accident (as if van lady didn't know).  I also went and typed up my statement to give to the officer.

About 20 minutes later, the secretary came to the door of my class and motioned for me to come out in the hall.  There stood the driver of the red car. She was in tears. She thanked me and I gave her a big hug.  This really shook her up--understandably.  I feel good--I feel real good.

This is for the 3 dents and 1 scrape on my car that 'mysteriously' appeared since I started back to school. This is for all you jerks who think you don't have to be responsible for your idiotic driving. This is for you butt holes who I KNOW witnessed this and didn't come forward--pansies. This is for all the innocent people whose insurance rates go up because of crap like this. And ultimately this is for the warm fuzzy I got afterwards for doing the right thing. So van lady two words: Bite me.