It was a beautiful July evening. Golden apricot was in the city. I left the cinema and rushed to the car. Still under the influence of the film, I was quite in two minds whether it was smarter to walk or drive in the small center. Of course, I chose the second. Of course, the first option was the right one. Well, my friends were waiting for me in the cafe where they could not find a place (my city is known for the abundance of fancy cafes which are always fully booked, even on a Tuesday evening), and this made my curve for parking more stressful. I don't know why I decided to try the yard around Cascade (lame idea, do not repeat). I found myself trapped between the truck in front, the jeep behind which had comfortably squeezed to the right letting me pass in case I succeeded in a one-lane yard. I had no other way but turn around and in doing this hit the car parked near the wall and left a beautiful curvy dent on the driver's wing. And I managed to turn around and leave, and in this one minisecond when I was thinking about my car, his car, my friends, the drivers watching the show, Satan whispered to my ear " Just drive on". But my legs were far from my ears, and I was already writing my phone number and name on the fancy pink sticker (I always keep with me to leave romantic notes to dirvers) and leaving it on the dented car owner's windshield under the gaze of drivers whose face said "Is she stupid or what?!", or at least I thought so.
And I knew I did the right thing. I called my friend to see how much my damage might cost me, and spent the night calculating my spending so I can afford paying my damage and dreading the call I will get in the morning. And now the guy called to say "thank you for not running away, for respecting my car and me, I imagine the situation, I am a driver, too, I understand you. And when I saw your number and what you did I knew what exactly I would say when I called. So thank you. And I work in Cascade, please let me treat you with something small next time you pass by". He wholeheartedly ignored my requests to bear my deserved financial responsibility, and kept on taking care of my car asking if I had damaged it a lot. I told this to my friends who were merely shocked. They are always bewildered when I tell how people treat me.
So the moral of the story is quite obvious. This story left a bigger impression on me especially after last week's police officers fining me and apologizing for doing so. I don't know if my world is different than that of yours, but in my world people notice, people respect, people appreciate, people value. And thanks for that!
P.S. a 9K penalty for speeding just arrived, which makes me feel good (I will pay off to life, if not the driver whose car I damaged, and it is normal, it is fair. Life is fair).
#MoralityRules
And I knew I did the right thing. I called my friend to see how much my damage might cost me, and spent the night calculating my spending so I can afford paying my damage and dreading the call I will get in the morning. And now the guy called to say "thank you for not running away, for respecting my car and me, I imagine the situation, I am a driver, too, I understand you. And when I saw your number and what you did I knew what exactly I would say when I called. So thank you. And I work in Cascade, please let me treat you with something small next time you pass by". He wholeheartedly ignored my requests to bear my deserved financial responsibility, and kept on taking care of my car asking if I had damaged it a lot. I told this to my friends who were merely shocked. They are always bewildered when I tell how people treat me.
So the moral of the story is quite obvious. This story left a bigger impression on me especially after last week's police officers fining me and apologizing for doing so. I don't know if my world is different than that of yours, but in my world people notice, people respect, people appreciate, people value. And thanks for that!
P.S. a 9K penalty for speeding just arrived, which makes me feel good (I will pay off to life, if not the driver whose car I damaged, and it is normal, it is fair. Life is fair).
#MoralityRules
