I don’t know about any of you, but I’ve never really made it a habit of driving around unneccessarily because of wear and tear on my car and gas prices. Even though prices have gone down, I’m still hesitat to waste instead of spend excess money that could have stayed in my account for the holiday season.
So let’s go back to yesterday when I left my complex and hopped into my car right out front outside of the door. I drove to her house and she asked if she had put anything in my trunk when she had moved. I said no, but she wanted me to check anyway. So I went outside went to the back of my car. Imagine my shock when I saw that my entire taillight was shattered in and half my trunk was caved inward, from the taillight to the lock in the middle. I didn’t know what to think so I stood there for a minute. I got back into my car and when my sister came out, I told her someone hit my back end and asked if she could stand back there while I hit my breaks to find out if the light worked. Fortunately, it did in forward and reverse.
We continued the rest of the day shopping and I eventually dropped her off. When I got home, I pulled into the same parking spot I was in before. Everywhere on the ground were smashed pieces of my tail light, and even parts of the actual name of my car that used to lay neatly in the middle underneath everything. I started taking my bags upstairs and then grabbed my camera. I don’t know why, and I don’t know what purpose it even serves. But I took pictures of the damage. The pictures will probably be useless because it was so dark when I took them. I have PLPD car insurance, so in the case of an accident it would only cover the person who I hit. It isn’t the apartment complex’s responsibility for every dinged car in their lot. This leaves me to foot the bill. Then I noticed the person directly across from me parked under the protective pay areas was also smashed. And their car was smashed right into a pole. I was running around like a nut trying to take pictures of everything. My neighbors whom I’ve never met approached me when I had my back to them and I heard them say, “Are you the owner of the Bonneville?”
“Yes,” I replied, without even looking towards them while I continued taking pictures.
“We know who did it….”, they said.
My ears perked up. I turned and said, “Who??”
The guy replied, “Well, we don’t KNOW who, but we saw it happen. It was a white Silverado, and he was cruising wildly through the parking lot and swerved right into your car and hit the back end. He didn’t even sit to see what he had done, he just cruised right off. We didn’t think it was right, so this was probably 3 am. We got clothes on and went cruising the parking lots for about half an hour looking for him, but we couldn’t find anyone.”
And this moment when he was speaking I felt a lot of sympathy and anger. The whole time I was pretty much hating on humanity. I try to do nice things for people. That day when I was at Joann Fabrics, I found 5 bucks on the floor. I very well could have said it was mine because I had just returned something and got 5 bucks back, but I checked my pocket and still had my own. I turned it in to the cashier instead. I make effort to be good to others and make sure someone is looking out for them. Taking things personally is a specialty of mine so of course in my mind I did the traditional WHYYYYY MEEEEE to God. Karma is supposed to work so then I began pondering what the hell I possibly did. My boyfriend said not to blame it on myself because I didn’t actually DO anything, and at least I learned my neighbors were good people, which is true! And fortunately, my car still runs like a gem and I also work at a technical center that can hammer out the details of my car pretty decently to make it look semi-okay. But I guess in general my blood boils thinking about people who are okay with their own actions when it comes to mistakes.
So humanity? I don’t hate you anymore and I’m still gonna help out, but I’m pretty p.o.’ed right now. But I figure with people like him, the world NEEDS a little extra good will and help because they sure as hell aren’t getting it from him.
PS: PLPD car insurance sucks just for reasons like this.
Chaos Follows Me 