An open letter...
Dear Whoever Hit My Car:
I have commuted to the city every day, evening, and night for the past 4 months with this car, without even a scratch. This is the first car that I have owned that I ever gave an F about how it looked, because well, it is a beautiful car. I'm no car guy, but I have worked very hard to buy it and you took it upon yourself to back into it in front of my house and take off.
I just got done taping my side mirror back together while you are probably watching TV somewhere (house across the street where a car with exact damage sits in your driveway yet you deny it still).
Eat a dick. Pay for my shit.
Love,
Your Neighbor, Gordon.
I have commuted to the city every day, evening, and night for the past 4 months with this car, without even a scratch. This is the first car that I have owned that I ever gave an F about how it looked, because well, it is a beautiful car. I'm no car guy, but I have worked very hard to buy it and you took it upon yourself to back into it in front of my house and take off.
I just got done taping my side mirror back together while you are probably watching TV somewhere (house across the street where a car with exact damage sits in your driveway yet you deny it still).
Eat a dick. Pay for my shit.
Love,
Your Neighbor, Gordon.