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You call that a DENT???

Posted by exchromosome Posted on: 07/21/08

You call that a DENT???

The booster seat dropped and hit the pavement, the car door slipped from my fingers, and swung gently into the shiny gray flank of the neighboring vehicle. A dusty white scar appeared in the clear coat. I rubbed the dust away with the tips of my fingers, and magically, mercifully, it disappeared. My heart lurched as I saw a head poke from the window of the passenger seat and a narrow squinting eye peered at the flawless finish.

"its okay, see?" I pointed. The woman glanced up and said "no no, you see, dent"
she indicated the smooth flawless surface of the vehicle with an out stretched finger.

I responded "you've got to be kidding"
she was not.
demanding insurance information she got out and stood in my path,arms folded,her bored 5 yr old teetering as he leaned out the passenger window.

Her husband appeared a few minutes later, looked at the car and shrugged, smiled helplessly. The woman continued her demands for insurance info.

At one point in the shuffle of papers that followed, I glanced down and found myself holding a sheaf of papers, I gazed in confusion "Anger Management, a step by step approach" I raised my eyes, to find her inches away, looking flustered. She grunted and grabbed at the papers. Beyond her I saw my son pop his head out of my car window, flirting with the little boy in the grey SUV. The womantook her papers and stomped back to the car.

shortly after I heard bickering from inside their vehicle "you always DO that!" said an exasperated male voice.

The next day I received a call about "the accident" (accident?) from my insurance company - my fault apparently.

I admit, I am a little jealous - to be so concerned about the perfection of a car door. My mind inevitably turned to recent earthquakes and devastating storms. Modern society is at times inexplicable.

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