Yesterday morning, I found the bumper of my Subaru bent and the driver’s side headlight smashed. It was parked in front of my house when I spotted it. Originally I thought “damn thoughtless parking lot idiots” and gave myself a hard time for not noticing before then. It irks me because I’m not rich by any means, money is tight, and its a Very old car, meaning the new headlight module might be hard to find (1992 Loyale). Damn.
So, I’m sitting on the curb and looking at the damage and generally angry at myself for not seeing it before when I note some sparkly stuff on the ground by the front end of the car. I pick one up. Its a small piece of clear lens-quality clear plastic. And it matches the headlight plastic of my broken headlight. Huh. Plastic pieces here must mean I got hit … here. In front of my house. And it becomes obvious to me that he only way it could have happened from the angle of the damage done was that someone in my neighbor across the street’s driveway backed their car into my car as they pulled out of her driveway. And no one admitted doing it. And she’s the only person who regularly parks there.
Well, lets flesh out the options a little shall we? The neighbor across the street is a 20-something girl who works in the city and takes the bus to work every day. (We usually say ‘hi’ as I’m loading my kids into the car to go to school) Her mother either lives with her part of the year or has moved out into her own place; I haven’t seen her car in the driveway since Thanksgiving. The neighbor drives a big-ass SUV on weekends and of late, has taking to (she told me) heading down to LBI on Fridays and heading back on Sunday nights. Her Excursion/Yukon/Mack-Over-Compensation-Truck is not in the driveway now, so I can’t inspect the bumper for damage. Hell, there may not be damage (I’m hoping at least for an incriminating scrape), but the question comes down to where do I take this next? My wife says the 10-15 degree bent bumper and broken light will cost over $1000 to fix.
So, who am I going to be today: Patsy or Asshole?
Patsy: I chalk it up to ‘asshole neighbors who I have to live next to’, bitch, grumble, go get it fixed, and rub my neck as I write out the check. Let it slip out at the next block party or something.
Patsy2: I ring her bell and say ‘Excuse me Miss. Did you notice tapping my car when backing out of your driveway? It has a bent bumper and a broken headlamp’. In this scenario, she’ll either try to weasel out with a smile or a highschool-pout while thinking ‘SUCKER!’ behind it and I’d do the Ward Cleaver dance: “Oh, don’t you worry about it Lil Miss. Its an awfully big truck you have there and holding you responsible for not being able to handle it on suburban streets just wouldn’t be neighborly. Don’t you worry about a thing head pat I’ll just pay for all that pesky damage you caused, and you just go about your business. Scot-Free.”
Patsy light: I ring her bell, show her the damage, and ask her to pay for it, knowing full well that she’ll either say someone else turned around in her driveway and did it or she’ll just refuse to pay it. And I’d probably be left to walk back across the street with my tail between my legs and still have to pay the body-shop bill.
Asshole: I don’t move anything. I call the cops. I force one of Loach’s colleagues to drive all the way out here, and fill out paperwork. I mention how the angle supports it being hit by someone backing out of the driveway from across the street. I report it as ‘hit and run’ (that’s serious in NJ) and point them straight to the perp, knowing that it was either her or a guest in her driveway that she’ll have to point them to that did this. I let her/her guest deal with the $10,000 fine, loss of license, etc., while I go through my insurance company for repairs and my rates go up. She stops being a friendly neighbor and I’m the one getting bad-mouthed at the next block party. (“He called the cops on that sweet young girl. Imagine!!!”)
People, I’m angry. I’m venting. My anger is my own. But just for grins and giggles, if your car got hit like mine did, wouldn’t you be angry? Wouldn’t you post about it? And wouldn’t you want to do something about it? Like fantasize about pounding on her door to say “Hey, you hit my car! I know it, you know it, and I’ve got witnesses to support it. You have 30 minutes to crank $500 cash out of an ATM and put it in my hands for the repairs, or the police will be here in 35. Here’s a print out of the penalties for hit & run in this state. It’s a pretty easy win for the county prosecutor too. Clocks running. Tick-tock, tick-tock.”