ubernub » Lightning strikes twice.

Someone hit my car again. This time, on the front left versus the back left. It was some form of SUV parked next to me in the morning that was gone at lunch, only leaving a black mark across my bumper and pushing my headlamp back like an eyesocket pressed on. I pushed the headlamp back into place, called the cops and called my insurance.

I then took some measurements of my scratch. 26 1/2″ up. Black mark. I walked around the parking lot and noticed a black Suburban with a gray mark on it (my car is gray). I measured it. 26 1/2, 27ish inches. Same length, same width. Coworker agreed it matched. I took the license plate and left a note.

Tonight, got a call from the driver’s wife, not sounding too pleased, “sorry my wife didn’t hit you it stayed in the same spot all day”. Fair enough. I called back and made sure. Probably a bad move. Explained that I’ve gotten hit possibly in the same parking lot TWICE IN TWO WEEKS, surely she could understand my motivation to ask for information. She eventually chuckled after talking a bit and me explaining I wasn’t accusing her and I’d correct the police report. Merry Xmas, *click*.

Oh, the police that didn’t show up from 5pm – 7:30pm while I sat in the parking lot after work. I suppose they have better more important things to do. Understandable. It’s their Xmas too.

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i’ll be over in 10 … with lots of guns … it’s clobberin’ time …

Muy sobby, Thir. Muy, muy sobby.

I’d hit it.

Right before I hit someone in a parking lot I usually tape a roll of quarters to each hand… oh err I mean I paint my bumper and quarter panels to throw them off the track

You guys are killing me softly with your song, with your song.

I blame you good sir for driving a vehicle that isn’t visible from space, 2-lanes wide, and consumes the GNP of Ecuador with every succession in the Starbucks drive thru (yes we drive to Herndon to the drive-thru starbucks because the soy foam is better and the man ebhind the counter doesn’t smell so bad).

Why if I in my jet-black tactical assault vehicle didn’t know any better I would mistake your car for a sardine tin and simply crush it for the premium spot in front of Banana Republic. You should know better than to incur our wrath.

Anyway – to be serious – I’ve had this happen to me 3 times; 2 of which in the MINI one of which you were THERE for in Tysons outside Mr. Smiths.

Sucks hard when this happens but ask yourself honestly if you were them looking at what is for all intents and purposes a sports car frequented by those litigous few with post-grad degrees and the bankroll to end you, would you stop to admit wrongdoing?

Dick move on their part; bigger dick move on auto manufacturers for making utilitarian tools (cars) that captivate us more for their aesthetics than their overall purpose. FUCK YOU MISTERS ASTON AND MARTIN!!!! FUCK YOU ALL TO HELLLLLLLL!!!!!

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