Coasting back into town late Monday night after a wild weekend up north, I was happy to be back in the warm embrace of LA. There’s no place like home. It was a long drive up the 5, so when we hit town around 11pm, my sweetie and I dropped in at the 101 Cafe in Hollywood for a snack before bed. I parked my car under a bright light, both parking spaces on either side empty….looked like a good bet not to get any dings. I had a pretty bad smash up this summer, so the whole car got buffed out on someone elses dime. The paint is now shiny and new, no dents from all the mishaps of the past five years. I was happy in my sweet beemer now that she was looking slick and ready for action again.
After a quick bite we strolled back out, I walked up to the car and did a double take…dammit!!
What IS that?!!!! A huge gash in the door!!! And another one on the hood, and the roof and the rear panel and the trunk. We’re not talking mere keying my friend, but pedal to the metal rips right down to the metal base of the car. Here I was loving LA and grateful that I could come home to such a sweet inviting city and she slapped me upside the head. As if to say, don’t be so starry-eyed, bitch! There’s jagged teeth buried under these bright lights. Ah well, I knew a perfect car was to good to last long in LA. I guess I’ll just have to wait until someone hits me again, cuz I sure as hell am not shelling out $1500 to fix it.
The next morning I remembered! Security cameras! I’ll call the restaurant and get them to check the feed. Sean, the manager, was sweet and reviewed the tapes….maybe just maybe we could figure out who the angry shithead was who did the dirty deed. But then what? Stalk the parking lot on the thin hope he’d strike again. And I’m sure someone like that would respond well to me marching my ass up to him and demanding renumeration. I let it go. Every day now I see my car and think….okay this is a lesson….don’t be attached.
But try as I might to forgive the stranger who took out his anger on my shiny car, all I want is revenge!