I really hate it when assholes — particularly those who live in the city and feel the need to own an SUV or a Jeep (’cause you never know when you might need those big tires, 4-wheel drive, and a winch to climb a hill) do this to my car:
There doesn’t appear to be any damage — only a few scratches on my bumper — but it just irks me. I know this kind of thing is part of city life, but it just drives me nuts. The last time this happened, there was a dent that luckily popped itself out, but before that happened, I left a note on the guy’s SUV and told him he would have to pay to fix it (to my surprise, he actually called to apologize — and turned out to live in the building next door to me).
I’m tempted to leave a note this time just to tell the guy not to be such an asshole next time he parks. But I’m trying to be the bigger person and not obsess so much over my car.
