How some jackass ruined my morning

You ever have one of those mornings that starts perfectly? Yesterday I was out at breakfast with my first wife (never gets old does it dear), enjoying coffee, omelets, sunshine and the fleeting illusion the universe wasn’t out to screw me. It was peaceful.

Then we walked back to my 2024 Audi Q5 — the first new car I’ve owned in twenty years — and drove home. Once parked in our driveway, I happened to look back at the car and BAM: There it was— a dent. Front left fender, surgically placed right along that beautiful, sharp body line Audi engineers probably spent months perfecting. And just for extra points, a lovely scrape underneath. It's like someone aimed for the most painful spot possible and nailed it.

Clearly what happened was while we were enjoying what I like to refer to as longtime married couple chat over my Louisiana hot link omelet, someone decided to give my car a little kiss right in the paintwork.

What’s that you say? A note? That’s just crazy talk. No note. No apology. No shred of decency. Just a hit, a scrape, and the undeniable confirmation that people suck.

Now, you have to understand, I didn’t buy this car on a whim. I’ve spent the last twenty years nursing along secondhand "it builds character" vehicles.

Alright, they were certified Lexus vehicles, but you get my drift.

Since I bought the car last June, I’ve been in new car mode, treating it like a work of art. I've parked a quarter-mile away from grocery store entrances, dodging rogue shopping carts like they were incoming missiles. I’ve warned passengers not to swing car doors open with reckless abandon. I’ve kept all the windows down when I’ve had a bag of In-N-Out in the car so as not to lose that new car smell.

And despite all my vigilance, some random jackass managed to pull off what months of obsessive caution was trying to avoid: damage.

Of course, since it's an Audi, fixing a little dent and scrape won't be some quick, $50 "pop and paint" job. No, it's going to involve an insurance claim, a deductible that’ll make me question my life choices, and probably two weeks of driving a rental car that smells like wet dog, cigarette smoke and broken dreams.

I’ll feel better when it’s fixed.

The car will be restored.

The lines will be sharp again.

Balance will be restored to the force.

But my opinion of humanity? That’s never getting buffed out.

Open letter to the person who hit my car yesterday

Dear hit and run driver,

I hope your day went better than mine did yesterday after you plowed into my car on the 405 South.

Well, actually I don't.

What I really hope is you had the worst day of your life, maybe something along the lines of crippling fear and paranoia you'll be caught for hitting two cars on the freeway then taking off on the nearest offramp.

Since the CHP said you must've been going about 80 mph when you plowed into me, the front end of your car must be in pretty bad shape. Surprised it was still running well enough to leave the scene. I hope your car was at least damaged to the tune of the estimated $10,500 dollars - so far - that you did to mine.

Also, thanks for worrying whether I was hurt or not. It's easy to understand why you'd think driving off after knocking my car, which was already going 55 mph, forward a couple more car lengths and sending me flying forward with all the inertia that kind of collision brings with it (good thing I had my seat belt on, huh?), would leave me relatively unharmed.

But enough about me. What about the other girl's car you side-swiped as you veered across three lanes of traffic to make your getaway? I'm going to bet she's not too happy with you either. I think if you ever start passing out apologies, you've better save one for her.

I know you don't know this, but she actually saw your face and remembered your tan Camry. Sadly she didn't get the license plate, because to follow you off the freeway would've meant her racing across three lanes to catch up with you. And unlike yourself, she didn't want to cause an accident.

But I hope you're losing a lot of sleep wondering if the she got the plate or not.

I wish you'd stuck around because I would've loved to know why you hit me. I wasn't stopped. You must've taken your eyes off the road for a sec. Texting maybe? Putting makeup on? Maybe looking for the nearest offramp in case you hit something - that'd be ironic wouldn't it.

I'd also like to know why you fled the scene. The CHP officer said it could be one of several things. Maybe you were driving with a suspended license. You could've been getting an early start being drunk or stoned. He also said you might not have had insurance so you were afraid you'd get arrested. Which you wouldn't have.

But you will now if someone calls in the damage on your car.

Odds are in your favor that unless you have a guilty conscience and call it in, you'll probably get away with it. I hope not. Even though I have nothing to base it on, in fact I have evidence to the contrary with you leaving and all, I'd still like to think you'll do the right thing.

If not, then all I can hope for is that kharma wreaks a nasty, ugly, expensive and unexpected revenge on your ass.

Because after all, kharma, like you, is a bitch.