Last Saturday my wife and I took #4299 over to the local Schlotsky's for a bite. Parked way over in the last parking space (plenty of open spaces in between us and the next car of course). Had to sit by the window to keep her in view you know - always admiring her. Everything went fine while we were eating - had a few folks get out and gawk but pretty uneventful. As we were walking out the door and heading over to the car an old junker pulls up with about six teens crammed into it. The back door swings open and ... well, you know when the gears change and it's going in slow motion? Well, this was one of those times. BAM, the rear door hits mine! I could have done some bodily harm to the perps, or should I say twerps! The kid had the audacity to stand there and say he didn't hit my door. I grabbed his hand and made him rub his finger over the scratch! He just sttod there and gave me one of those Albert Einstein looks! It was priceless! I guess when I was a teenager I pulled a few "Dahs" myself.
Now my wife - that was another story. She was ready to pull off his head and stuff it up his ...
Well, I feel better now. Just had to vent a bit! I now join the ding society. God, I feel used! :smile:
Anyway, the ding is on the bottom of the driver's door handle but a feelable scratch but not too noticeable. :sad:
John
Now my wife - that was another story. She was ready to pull off his head and stuff it up his ...
Well, I feel better now. Just had to vent a bit! I now join the ding society. God, I feel used! :smile:
Anyway, the ding is on the bottom of the driver's door handle but a feelable scratch but not too noticeable. :sad:
John