On Saturday I met a friend for lunch at a yummy Thai restaurant, and was surprised at all the traffic. I was also surprised at the lack of parking spots, and after turning around once I parked next to a nice midsize Ford SUV. It wasn't snowing, it wasn't freezing, but it was super windy (can you see where this is going?).
My car door flung out, caught by the wind, and smashed right into the middle of the backseat door on the Ford. The resulting ding wasn't small -- it was a round dent with a vertical line, sort of like a cat eye.
I did the right thing, and I went inside and asked for a piece of paper to write a note with my first name and phone number and how sorry I was that the wind possessed my car door (I figured humor wasn't a bad way to go, and also I wanted to avoid the phrase "I hit your car" since it was a total wind-powered incident), and that I was having lunch at the Thai restaurant.
Then throughout the entire lunch I stared at my phone, filled with anxiety -- who was this person? were they sitting near me? (it turns out she was) Would he/she be nice? And a silent prayer, please please please let this person be having lunch here, and not vaping at the Thirsty Coil... Yes, I realize my own personal biases were running wild here.
She called at the end, and I met her in the parking lot (with my friend for backup). She was SUPER nice and mentioned at least four times that she was very appreciative that I left a note. She said she'd get a few estimates and call me Wednesday.
This is less than ideal, and I am really pissed that I am now faced with an unexpected bill that I HOPE is no more than $200, but it could have been so much worse.
I also thought how lucky I am that I no longer have to look anxiously at my phone, waiting for it to ring with any kind of results or possible opportunities or updates. I thought how lucky I am not to be in that hyper stressed state of infertility treatment/adoption, where I would have likely cried and it may not have gone as smoothly.
Cross your fingers that this ends just as amicably as it started, and that it is less expensive than I fear. (Eh, it was in the middle, more than I hoped, but less than Bryce feared.)
As my friend said, "Doesn't it suck being ethical?" Yes, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I wish the person who sideswiped my car in the gym parking lot this fall had had the same moral compass (no note, so sad). Well, at least I got a lovely soul warming when the woman texted me with the details and ended with "So thankful for your note -- believing in humanity."
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