Pssh, that's nothing compared to what my mom had to endure with her car for the first year.
First one was when a dumbass biker was riding his bike in-between cars at the parking lot, and when I opened the door to get out, the dumbass decides to ride through that and scratches the car with his handles. Left a dent and a ugly scratch. The bastard just took off and I knew that he knew it was his fault. I shouted at him and he didn't stop.
Another time was when a stuck up couple tried to prevent my mom from calling her insurance company because they drove their bumper against the side of the car front and back. They offered $500, but the repair cost is $3400. They then said some stupid shit like, "Our Escalade is a expensive car) Translation: Your car is lower than ours so fuck off. My dad got pissed off over that and he called the insurance company with them on the phone.

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