I was going to add this on to the end of the mini-rants thread, seeing as they are all about parking lots it seems, but I am pissed off enough to post it on its own.
I leave work yesterday at around 7.30, tired, cranky, walk to my car in the lot, and find some miserable fucker has driven into the back of it and taken out the tail light. And hasn’t left a note.
It’s not a great car. It’s a 6 year old Hyundai Elantra. But its my fucking car and it gets me from one place to another, and it is paid off. Just because it is a shitty car is no excuse to drive into it.
Given the fact that the other vehicle hit mine at around the top of the tail light, I am guessing it must have been an SUV/truck. Even if it was that much bigger than mine, the fucker driving it knew he hit me. You don’t destroy a tail light without noticing. And there was no note. That is what really pisses me off. What kind of excuse for a human being doesn’t leave a note in that situation?
And I am back at work today, and I should be doing the actual work I am here for so I can watch some playoff football for the first time this fucking year. But no, instead this has me so pissed off I need to vent. I really hate the fucking world at the moment.
Happend to me. Someone rammed into the front of my car in a mall parking lot. Luckily they didn’t bust a headlight, just crunched the corner of the front end. No note. Pissed me off so bad! Luckily my brother works on cars for a living so we didn’t have to pay. People are shitty. And I was parked perfectly in the spot, and my car is not big.
My wife backed into a car in the grocery store parking lot, dented the fender; we were in a hurry, so we just left a note with our phone number. The guy called and was extremely grateful to us for leaving our name and number; I was flabbergasted, it seems the only fair and reasonable thing to do (“Do unto others…”) but I guess there are lots of jerks out there. Sorry one of them hit you, villa
I’ve had red tape over a cracked taillight for over two years now. Try to cover the hole as well as possible to avoid moisture getting in, and you’ll be in good shape.
I left a note once. Not only would not doing so have haunted me forever, I couldn’t be sure that there weren’t witnesses anyway. The guy whose car I hit was astonished - he told everyone he talked to in getting the insurance in order how surprised he was, according to my insurance company’s rep.
I kind of regretted it when I got the $200 markup on my insurance bill. But the venom here is making me regret it less. Thanks.
I once received a note from someone* accusing me** of dinging their car with the door of our Expedition.
The note read something like this:
blablabla, yadda yadda, “and I’m calling my INS agent!”
:mad: :o
Woohoo! I get to be deported! I wonder where they’ll send me…
*He/she/it didn’t leave any contact information. A name and/or phone number would have been nice to have in order to investigate the matter further. [Wagging Finger] Don’t forget: it’s still considered a hit-and-run if you bail, even if you’re the victim. [/Wag]
**I maintain my innocence. There was no indication on my door that I hit their car. I am always careful not to smack the neighboring vehicles when I’m getting out of or into the SUV. I acknowledge that the it is big and could potentially cause more damage to others than a little car might.
FTR, nothing else ever came of the whole situation. I’m still a legal citizen. I’ve never heard from his or her insurance guys. I haven’t heard anything from my insurance guy. The cops never came knocking (er, regarding that, anyway).
While still in college, I got a summer job in a nearby town. That meant needing a car or to find someone to carpool with. I was (not so) lucky to get my hands on a very ancient car who’d belonged to my great uncle and spent the last 5 years parked in the street on the same spot. Poor thing spent more time at the mechanic’s than being driven, that summer.
I’d had it for less than a week when someone bent my fender, left a note. I call him, we meet at a coffee/bakery to do the insurance paperwork. Once we’re done, he smirks and says “oh, by the way, when you decide to get rid of that dinosaur, remember me”, handing me his Nissan store business card. I say “oh, I’ll make sure to remember you drive a SEAT Panda. Guess they must be better than Nissan’s!”, stand up and leave before I give in to the impulse to fender-bender his face.
When I was in high school, we were on a fun field trip to the university to learn about college. En route, the school bus driver hit two parked carson the way. I didn’t think we’d survive the five block trip. He was blithely unconcerned. “Just a bump.”
Skip forward to a couple of months ago. It’s been 20 years since that trip, and I work in a building where (among other things) there is a school room. All of our kids are bussed. One of the teachers comes in after school and asks us if we had seen anyone hit her car. She said her tail light was all over the parking lot in tiny little pieces. No one claimed to know anything, so they (the powers that be) reviewed the surveillance video and sure enough, it was the school bus.
We were able to get the number of the bus and find out who the driver was from that, but they never volunteered the information.
I was sitting in a parking-lot, perfectly parked and legal with my lights off, talking on my cell-phone last week…wasn’t driving because I try not to drive and talk on my phone for obvious reasons…and a car pulled into the vacant space next to me, and this young teenage girl just swings her passenger side door WIDE open.
She heard the “thump” of her door on my car and didn’t even blink. Nor did her mother.
Til the girl happened to make eye-contact with me and realized that I was sitting in said car and had seen the whole thing.
Then all of a sudden she gets flustered and says, “I’M SORRY!”
If she were an adult I’d have said something quite choice to her, but seeing as she looked about fourteen, I contented myself with just giving her a silent Eat-Shit-And-Die look.
She shuts her car door and says, “I’M SORRY!” to me again, like I’m the principal of her school and she has to kiss my ass or she’ll get detention, and once again I refrain from saying a single word. I just glare at her and her mother, and make sure they see me checking my car for damage.
Hopefully that thoughtless little bitch (and her mother!) will think of me the next time she just blithely swings her car door open without even realizing that other cars exist.
When I lived on a golf course (big mistake, BTW…) someone dented my car. He left a note with his phone number. When I called the number he denied hitting my car. I asked him why he left the note he said he “thought” he “might” have hit my car at the time but now he “wasn’t sure.” I asked him if he was going to pay for it and he said he didn’t think he should have to; I hung up in disgust.
Well, sorry to condemn, but that is just really dumb of you to hang up and leave it at that. It seems from the brief transcipt of your conversation that **The Pranger **sussed you out good and proper, and decided that he could get away with denying it (despite the note). You could have taken the note to your insurance company and they would have pursued it with a lot more energy than you could apparently muster.
You have been ripped off, and if I were The Pranger, I’d probably try to do the same given your tepid response. Sheesh. Grow a backbone AND a brain fer’ gawdsakes.
I’m pretty certain it wasn’t a school bus. Seeing as how I was three stories underground beneath a Marriot hotel in the middle of DC on a Saturday afternoon.
Admittedly, describing it as a parking lot rather than parking garage might have caused confusion, but I am an expat, so I have to try stopping myself calling it a carpark, and parking lot is as good as it gets from me.
I remember from living in Philly how the school bus drivers drove on the narrow streets, though. I was amazed anyone had wing mirrors left after a couple of weeks.
:o 