Today, three days after the blizzard we had, the snowplow FINALLY decided to grace our road after all the snow had already been packed down from all the cars driving on it for those days, which left the end of each driveway with a special gift of about 600 pounds of a 2 feet by 3 feet pile of snow to shovel if you wanted to get in or out. Well I had a crammed day, which allowed me no time to shovel, leaving me to have to park on the side of the road.
Apparently my brilliant neighbors, directly across the street, never learned to look behind them when backing out of their driveway, and rammed right into the side panel of my car, causing my driver side door to be completely incapable of opening.
Do you think they had the courtesy to come and tell me? Nope. I guess they just figured they'd flee the scene and leave me with a car wreck. Funny thing though... they failed to realize that the deep dent they left was a direct hit, not possible by a side sweep, leaving only the possibility of THEMSELVES to be the culprits.
Crappy thing is, the neighborhood I live in sucks so bad, that even confronting them about it would get me no where. If they weren't the cowards that they are, and would have just told me about it, I would have just thanked them for their honesty and sent them on their way. But they'll never know that now.
Tomorrow morning when they walk out their front door, they'll be greeted with a big sign on the snowbank in front of my house that reads, 'The dent you left proves it'. And they can live with the feeling of how shallow they are.
