You know what grinds my gears?
Before i owned my first car (i was 19, now 24), My dear ol mum would let me use her car.
It was a white 1997 nissan pulsar in pretty much brand new condition and was her pride and joy, not a mark on her (the car, not mum). Now i have to set the scene a bit here so bear with me!
i drove in Civic (canberra city)one night, parked up then meet up with some friends.
Now i'm always very carefull where and how i park and made sure there was PLENTY of space for other cars to park too.
Anyway, i came back to the car about 4 hrs later, jumped in and drove home. :eclipsee_
The next day my dad picked me up from work and asked me what had happened to car the night before? Completely oblivious i said "nothing" and his response "ok, you tell your mother that" my a$$ started to make some nervous noises...
I came home to find mum going off the deep end!
: The car had the left side doors smashed in and covered with blue paint!
It turns out some pi**ed smackhead (they would have to have been drunk not to notice or care as it would've done a fair bit of damage to their car too) who was parked next to me the night before, backed out and just smashed into my mum's car and drove off... no note, nothing!
Roughly two new door skins and door moulding's worth.
I got the third degree from them (mum and dad) both and explained what i'd done the night before...
and was then banned from taking the car anywhere but my GF's house or work.
For the next 12 months every blue car i saw i checked out lol!
I can only hope Karma caught up with the ba*tard. Or at least my mother... but i hope for his sake it was karma...
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