I drive a pretty beat up POS and yet I'm still so concious of this kind of stuff. After all, when I bought it 10 years ago, it was my prize and joy. I still see it that way, even after all the trials and tribulations. But in the end, it's just a car. You buy it to use it. It's gonna get knicked and dented and chipped. Just the same in the Sears parking lot as driving down Deerfoot in February.
I am usually envious of, well, nearly everyone, because they have nicer cars than me. But really, when I read threads like this, I can smile because I honestly wouldn't get mad if someone dented my car one more time. Heck I had a rock 3" in diameter fly across 84th Street one time, and it crushed a portion of my windshield. I laughed... what kind of luck would I expect?
Yet I'm the last person that would dent any of your cars. Even though they are just cars. No reason to slash someone else's tires. That's a sick story and I can't believe you tell it with such pride, like you showed her. You only showed her what kind of a vengeful person you are. Maybe in some circles that's a virtue...
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