Thursday, April 23, 2009

F - -

Today I was on my way to a late two-for-one martini lunch when I got down to my car and realized that there was some sort of paper flapping out from under my windshield wiper. My new apartment is a pretty well hidden out in the country, not easy to find. It wasn't like someone was going to sneak into the complex at night and paper our cars with advertisements for the new sex toy shop--no, they save that classy work for the parking lot at school.

So I grudgingly plucked the paper from my windshield and opened it. It read:

I accidental back in to your car last night

Below that, there was a name and a phone number.

I sighed and walked around to the back of my car, where, yeah, I could now see buckled paint from some kind of impact.

I unfolded the letter again. I read it again. I sighed again. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to take that paper upstairs and write the following:

F- - !

You fail. Sucks to run into an English teacher's car, doesn't it?


Chatty Cathy said...

My first thought was that their first language may not be English. But sadly, it could have just as easily been written by a 42 year old woman with a college degree. :/

Anne said...

That's great that they left a note. My friends car was ran into last week and the idiot ran off without ponying up to his/her inadequate driving. And the damage? Several thousand dollars worth.

Jess said...

Sheesh, Anne! What a dick. I don't think my car is going to have several dollars' worth of damage, but who knows--cars can be tricky that way. I'm hoping they can just slap some new paint on it.

And Cathy, I thought that, too, at first, but then I called the number and listened to the person's voicemail: nope, definitely not foreign. Trust me.