When I was in high school I drove a 1974 Impala for a while. I bought it with about 60,000 miles on it in 1998 for $1,500. Some little old lady drove to to the store and to b-i-n-g-o for 24 years.
A humongous beauty.
A really humongous, hard-to-steer beauty.
My previous car had been a Ford Escort. A really small, easy to steer car.
I was pulling into the grocery store in the Impala one day, and was about to pull into a parking spot when *SMASH*… something like this happened:
It was the middle of the day so there were all sorts of people who heard and saw it.
I got out of my car, made eye contact with at least five of the witnesses, checked out the damage, dropped my head in disappointment, and went back to my car to get some paper. I walked back to the car, knowing I was being watched, and began to write. I knew they were all thinking I was writing my insurance information, but I didn’t have insurance. So I wrote him a note.
“I hit your car. It sucks to be you…”
I put it under his windshield wiper, got back in my car and went home. I wish I was kidding with you…
Bring on the hate mail.
Last week this same sort of thing happened at Calvary. A student came to our Wednesday night gathering and came out to a smashed car. Someone had done exactly what I did… and they didn’t leave a note.
So on Sunday I asked our high school ministry to chip in so we could help pay for the damages. We raised over $300 to help Peter so he doesn’t have to work all summer to pay off someone else’s mistake.
And I felt a little bit of redemption from my own wickedness. A little bit 😉
I’m the reason Catholics invented Purgatory… I should probably have to suffer a little bit when I die for doing stuff like this.
Have you ever hit a parked car or anything else similar?
Have you ever ruined someone else’s property and left a note that says “It sucks to be you“, or am I all alone in my wickedness?