Yesterday, I had to pick up a couple of ceiling fans over at the Loews buy the Gowanus. As I was shutting my windows I saw that the guy to my right was pulling out. I suddenly realized that he had no idea I had pulled in and his left front fender scratched against my passenger door.
I got out and walked around to inspect the damage.
Before I said a word he lowered his window, in is BRAND NEW SUV, and said "I did not touch your car!"
He did not see this coming. "Of course you did, you bounced right off, dude." I thought calling a 75 year old man dude would came him down. "But it is your lucky day. Why should I care that you added a scratch to my dents. My car is a piece of shit. You, on the other hand, might have a problem, because you just rubbed a significant amount of paint off your fender." He Facepalms himself so hard I thought he would injure himself. "Could you please help me get out of this spot, I can't drive.
So I guide him out and tell him to be careful. "You got a new car, take it easy"
Then I realized I had an audience. Mom, Grandma and the three kids were watching the show. The Grandma walks over to me and says "You coulda ripped him a new asshole, made him pay to fix your whole friggen car..... You are such a nice man, cold you help us put these bags of soil in our car." "Sure..:)"
So as I am getting back in my car a roving body shop guy in a shiny Mercedes stops to tell me he can make my car look like new in a hour. "Why" I said, "then I would be unhappy when the next guy hits it."
|Would you believe that the window works!!|
I am not happy when I am an ass-hole. Why should I act like one to get this guy to give me a few dollars to fix a scratch on my car that is indistinguishable from the rest of the dents.