So I went to pick up some breakfast this morning to bring back for the Misses and myself at Panera. I parked the Z next to a nice red corvette, but 1 space over. It was also one building over from Panera in front of a Michaels at 9:30AM - with no one else in ANY other spaces in that lot. I figured it was a Half hour before Michaels opens and shouldn't have any problems with other cars parking there. WRONG!!!! After getting my to go order, walked out and looked over. There is a fairly unkempt beige Maxima parked right in between the Corvette and my Z. It is much closer to the Z. Hoping for the best, I approach my new Z that I just spent several pain staking weekends putting my stereo in among other small mods. To my horror, YEP, there is a nice door ding in my rear quarter panel from this wonderful individual. I look over and see someone unlocking the doors of Michaels. I say, "who owns this beige car?" She says, "I do." She had the uh oh face on. I said, "Did you know that you put a door ding in my car?" She immediately says that she didn't do it. We walk over and she opens her door and its trajectory obviously ends right where the dent is. She says, "Well, that doesn't mean that I did it!" Dumbfounded, I say, "Lady I check this car EVERY DAY! There was no door ding when I parked here. She would not admit to the obvious and says, "You didn't see me do it, it wasn't me." It was amazing that she could look at the evidence of her door ending right where my ding was and lie to my face. Looking at her door, it became immediately obvious that she must always swing her door all the way out and hit other cars. There were all kinds of knicks and dents where her door edge was. The paint I wiped out of my ding was white - probably from the last car she did that to, lol. Realizing that logic and reason was lost on this person, I drove away infuriated. It would not be worth pursuing. The ding was small enough, that any body work would just not be worth risking screwing up the body any worse and spending any money to go into a civil matters scenario just isn't worth it. What gets me, besides the blatant lying, is that she could have parked in about 50 other spots (some may have been even closer to the front door of her store)!!! She just HAD to park between the two sports cars and take up a closer space that you would think should be left for elderly customers that can't get around very well. She was on the heavy side, but early twenties, I would say. Guess it does help to let go of attachments to materialistic things and the desire for them to stay perfect. It is just hard to do that, when it costs so much money and so much time/effort was spent getting it just the way it was wanted. Don't even have it paid off and just passed 1K miles.
Ah, first world problems.
