Some asshat used my car this weekend for target practice, casuing somewhere in the range of $2k worth of damage. Of course no one saw/heard anything including myself; so now I’m faced with the lovely task of paying my $500 deductible and watching my insurance company raise my rates.
What really ticks me off as an adult would have meant nothing to me as a kid. I can remember as a kid bumping into a car with my bike causing a scratch, looking around to see if anyone saw me, then riding like hell outta there to avoid getting caught.
While this isn’t a form of Instant Karma, I guess I’m finally atoning for that scratch from 1982.