You filthy son of a bitch. I know you stood there and looked at my car door after you gouged out a huge divot of paint and left a 6-inch crater in the panel. You may have even said, “oops!” You might even have conceivably put your hand over your mouth and gasped a little bit.
You goddamned jackass.
What you didn’t do was muster up the fucking spine to take responsibility for your ham-handed clumsiness.
You looked around, perhaps slightly abashed, and decided that no one saw you, so you left. You just drove right off.
Fucker.
This is a new car, jerkoff! This is the first new car I’ve ever bought! I have the money to make payments on it, but I sure as hell don’t have the money to pay for the repair. You motherfucker.
How the hell do you fuck up someone else’s shit and weasel out of it? You unbelievable fecal smudge.
That fucking sucks. You probably don’t wanna use it, but your insurance should cover the repair.
I’m about to get a new used car that I’ve been waiting for for three years. I am going to park it in the back of every parking lot, I swear, just because of people like the one you just described.
Back in my teens, a friend of mine was driving her parent’s car, we went off to the library. Pulling into the space, she put a decent sized ding in the car next to us. Her first instinct was to just leave again. I convince her to leave a note.
When she got got home, her parents chewed her out for not just running away. Fuckers.
Yeah, hit-and-runners suck. They really, really do.
On New Year’s Day this year, we heard a crash outside, went to look, and sure enough, some idiot going around the icy corner too fast bashed my car. Jim managed to get a look at the truck that hit my car, backed up, and drove away, but the {resisting very strong impulse to swear madly} fellow hadn’t cleaned the snow off of his license plate, so we could do nothing. And my car insurance only covers other drivers, because it’s not worth the cost of the insurance anymore.
He only broke my taillight, so I guess I’m glad about that. Add that to the broken passenger side door lock and stolen stereo, and I’ll be glad when we can finally afford a new car for me.
The last time I was at Lowes I parked right near an abandonded shopping cart, which I was going to use. But before I could get out of my truck it started to back out all by itself (with help from the wind) then turned facing the back of the parking lot and took off as if it had meant to. By the time it reached the back of the lot it must’ve been doing about 40mph. Nobody was parked back there. It hit the curb and tumbled away out of view. It was quite a thing to watch. That’s usually where I park, but the day was mine! Fuckers!
I hate to play the one up game, but interestingly enough I just had a lovely dinner with some of my husband’s old college buddies. We were saddened to hear that one of them had recently been in a motorcycle accident that shattered his wrist/forearm in 14 different places. After a 70% chance that he would lose his hand, he is recovering, but he has lost the ability to do the one thing he loves most: play guitar (at least without pain). After all the story, my husband asks, so did you at least get some money from the person? His reply, “Nope, she fled the scene and the cops never found her”.
I mean, you run a stop sign, hit a guy on a bike and don’t even think to stop to find out if you killed someone.
People who egg cars also fall into this category. One night my boyfriend’s car and my car were both parked on the (quiet, suburban) street and got egged…his car ended up being fine, but the impact of the shell left a lovely circular pattern of scratches on my driver’s side door, and I still don’t have the money to have it fixed. Pisses me off every time I look at it.
And the stupidest part is that it’s intentional. Honestly, what the hell is the matter with people?
Ogre, I am sending some authentic Bronx hand signals that bastard’s (or bitch’s) way. Consider them cursed!
Sucks, dude. See if you can’t get it fixed, though, because every time you look at your beautiful new car you’ll see it and get a little bit mad again.
I got egged…by mother nature. A bird egg fell out of a nest and dried on my hood. Fortunately, it rained the same day and I was able to just wipe the wet mess off. Ugh.
Sorry about your car, Ogre. My husband’s truck was broken into last weekend and I’m still dealing with the insurance mess.
That’s great. Teach her the right way from the start. :rolleyes: You already knew it, Mr.FantsyPants, but you did the right thing.
Parents bought our old Corolla in…1990. In 1993, when it was 3 years old, I started taking it to college. Well, one month after i started, someone keyed my car…left a 10-inch shallow scratch across one side.
That scratch was still there in December 2004, when I finally donated the car to charity. Bastards.
How about the peckerhead(s) who punched my door locks just to find out I have anti thief and couldn’t steal the truck? And my insurance idiots who said it wasn’t worth filing for, so I should pay out of pocket 300 dollars instead of the 100 buck deductable! Grrrrr :mad: