So, today, I ran a few errands at lunch. I decided to pick up Robeks on the way back to work, which, at the time, seemed like an excellent idea. But, as I was getting into my car, the wind took hold of my car door and slammed it up against the car next to me.
Damn.
It was a pretty big scrape on his passenger side door. Luckily, nothing happened to my car.
In the spirit of the Easter season, I decided to wait for the owner of the vehicle so that I could... I don't know, give my insurance information? Mostly, I was hoping the guy would tell me to forget about it so I could drive away guilt-free.
I waited 10 minutes. Then figured I had plenty of dings on my car from people who hit me and ran. At least I had tried. I had done my duty. And, I took off.
Of course, I told my friend the story and she was all, "You could've left a note." Oh suuurree. I had just rationalized my behavior. I had felt exonerated. And now I feel the guilt again. Jerk.
The good news is that his license plate was out of state, so hopefully we never run into (literally) each other again.
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I tell ya, some people just HAVE to play the role of your moral compass. Me? I said, 'Move your car. Fast.'
Stick with me, sister.
(Mom? If you're reading this? I totally told her to leave a note.)
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