Venting – Seems the Safest Option

Was thrilled to find that after a doctor’s appointment some unconscionable disgrace for a human being had side-swiped our car damaging the front panel on the driver’s side.  The only indication of the accident other than the god forsaken crushed panel is yellow striations of paint [look a clue] but no note, no hovering nervous driver eager to exchange insurance information nothing zip, zero, zilch.

My detecting skills have determined that the yellow car was driven by a moron [gender yet to be determined] who lacked appropriate insurance.  I arrived at the moron conclusion – due to the leaving the scene of an accident and have assumed the lack of insurance as the cause as if it were just flight/fight instinct they would have gone to the police already.

I’ve decided to go all CSI meets Elementary and go to the Night Owl tomorrow and look at their security tape for the parking lot. I don’t think I could see the car being clipped but the only place to turn around, indeed the only place they could have been going in the first place past the doctors was in or to the night/owl car park.

You’d be surprised how helpful people can be when informed of the ‘Lack of Note‘ delivered with a suitable  tremble in my voice explaining that it is the very first time this car has ever even been damaged and my poor husband is so upset and blaming himself for where he parked. Lovely people and anxious to help, they even offered to ask the other two shops with camera’s to let me have a look there. So I’m going to take me and my PMA down their tomorrow and track down this ‘person’ who left their mark on my life but not in any way that I am appreciative of.  You see I’m in a mood, my husband is in a mood and that mood does not bode well for the malefactor [don’t worry – I’m only going to sic the police on them if they don’t pay up or offer to pay something]. Oh you don’t know of PMA well here let me enlighten you: