Not a small scratch either, an actual crease in the panel. And instead of the person who did it standing there waiting like a normal adult, there’s a sticky note slapped on my mirror.
“I am SO sorry! My shopping cart got away from me. Call me for insurance info. – Sarah.”
That’s it. No waiting around, no trying to find me in the store, no actual conversation. Just a grocery-store apology note stuck to my car like that magically settles everything. Apparently the new standard is you dent someone’s car, scribble your name on a piece of paper, and disappear into the parking lot.
I just stood there staring at the damage and the note thinking about how convenient that must have been. You had enough time to watch your cart roll into my car, walk over, write a full apology with your phone number, and carefully stick it under my mirror… but not enough time to stand there and deal with the person whose car you hit.
Everyone’s probably going to say I should be grateful they left their number at all. But honestly, if you had time to write a note that neat and detailed, you had time to wait five minutes and handle it like an actual human being instead of leaving me a parking-lot apology and hoping I’ll just make the phone call later.
