After our last “winery” in Santa Barbara–as I mentioned previously, they’re not sprawling landscapes, but really just warehouses and parking lot tastings–we walked back to my car which had this note tucked into the windshield.
So I backed into your driver’s side rear tail light + side. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry for all the inconvenience this will cause you. I have a silver Tacoma pick-up + State Farm Insurance.
So sorry for all the trouble.
Sincerely,
Alice
She included her full name, policy number, agent, insurance phone number, her cell phone, and her driver’s license. I was impressed. Seriously? I would not be able to document all of that information onto a letter right on the spot.
What’s funny is that she dented a part of my jalopy car that has already been dented for years. I laughed it off, “Not a big deal. Consider it her lucky day.”
But Dean took a second look, “You know it looks worse than before. You might want to have it checked out.”
“No.” I buckled up into the driver’s seat. “Call her and tell her not to worry. I really don’t care about the dent.”
Dean called and I could hear her apologize again. She even said that she indeed dented it more and that she would pay for any of the body shop work or inconvenience.
“Like I said, tell her not to worry. I won’t be making any claim.”
I’m a female Asian driver. I’ve been getting into accidents and caught for speeding since I was in high school. I remember that more often than not, I was let go. Letting Alice go was simply karma.
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