Son. Of. A. Bitch.
We've had 35 mph gusts here today and when the guy next to me opened his door, the wind caught it and banged in to mine. The blessing is that the guy came in to the store where I was, found me, apologized profusely, and gave me his contact and insurance information.
I'm pissed about the dent and the time I'll have to spend getting it fixed, but am so appreciative that this guy did the right thing. Good on him.
