Someone scratched up my mom's car in the parking lot of where she works. No contact information was discreetly tucked in the windshield wipers.
So my parents took it to a body shop for 3 days and 300 dollars later, the red is as dazzling as ever.
My mom still parks in the same spot at work. And I hope the bastard who scratched up her car is soooo guilty and ashamed of himself/herself, that the particular bastard parks all the way around the corner.
If not, then at least that he/she thinks it was all a hallucination, and has nightmares about it. Ten years afterwards too.
