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Anyhow, I'm at Taco Bell about 2 weeks ago eating my lunch. I ate my delicious tacos and nachos and went out to my car, (a lucious '95 cavalier), it was snowing pretty hard that night and I am very lazy so I don't normally wipe off my windows at all. I figure once I get going the snow will blow off with the wind, so why bother spending 5 minutes wiping it off with a brush in the cold. Well, turns out that my lazy non-wiping habits bit me in the ass that evening. I put it into reverse and tried looking both ways before backing out, but with my car being caked in fucking snow, I couldn't really see much. So, I figured I'd pull out slow enough so anyone I was about to run over would move out of the way. Anyhow, to make a long story longer...
I ended up hitting the back tire on some dude's week old 4x4. I knew I hit rubber because my car bounced back in a way that it wouldn't had it hit metal. So, this guy gets out and starts screaming at me, calling me every name in the book for hitting his precious truck. Now normally I wouldn't mind being called every name in the book for doing something stupid like hitting another persons truck, but I had my two year old daughter in the backseat and really didn't want her to be repeating what this guy was calling me. (as you know two year old's are parrots, they'll repeat everything you say no matter what). So, I politely tell the dude to shut the fuck up as I have a young daughter in the backseat and I really don't want her calling me a "fucking retard" tomorrow because she heard you calling me this. So the dude is still pissed that I hit him, but now we are about 4 inches apart, fists clenched, about to let fucking fists fly. I was substantially larger than this little fella, but sometimes the little fellas are the craziest.
Anyhow, being a dad makes you think about consequences a bit more then not being a dad. I thought to myself, "It sure would feel good to break this jackasses jaw..." but then the little angel on my other shoulder was saying, "yeah it would feel good, but what kind of example are you setting for your daughter...", FUCK stupid angel was right.
So I said to the little fella, hey, let's not take this down a road, you do not want to go. Let's look at any damage and if there is any, I'll cover it for you. So he had calmed down a bit by now due in large part to the size difference between him and I and his realization that you don't fuck with a dad who is trying to protect his daughter.
So we look at the back of my car and there is not a scratch, we look at his truck and there is not a scratch. We both start feeling a lot better now as we got lucky. I hit his rear tire and thankfully was going slow enough to not cause any damage. We ended up exchanging information and that was that, or so I thought.
The next day he calls me and says I did about $400 worth of damage to the side panel of the bed of his truck. I had told him I would pay for damages, but thought we agreed that there was no damage, so all is well that ends well. I decided that I wasn't going to be a dick and stiff this guy, since I did hit him and I felt bad for doing so. So I went over to his house to inspect the damage, sure enough I had bent the metal in front of the tire in a bit and figured $400 was a reasonable amount for body work that needed to be done. So I paid the guy $400 and that is the end of that, no police were involved, no insurance companies just a happy ending to a shitty accident.
Why did I just tell you this? Well I believe in karma. I truely believe that if you are nice to others, then others will be nice to you. I put myself in that little dudes shoes and thought, if someone hit me, I'd be pissed, but if that someone admitted they fucked up and was repsonsible and honest enough to pay for it, then that is just a really nice guy.
So if you give me the xbox, you will prove my theory on karma and I will give you full credit for doing so!
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