As I walked out to my car this afternoon, I noticed my car has a new dent in the passenger side door. As I looked more closely, it was clear the paint had been removed, too. Great, I thought, someone hit my car during the week and never said anything. There were no cars, or motorbikes around, so I knew is must have happened elsewhere. I drove off being rather annoyed that it was another expense I would have to bear.
I spent a few hours away from home, doing my “weekend treat” shopping. I arrived home to find a new car and a moving van parked in the courtyard, but no-one was around. I called in on my landlady to say “Hi!”, not having seen her all week and she asked me if I had seen the new tenants. I responded in the negative and she explained they had been looking for me – which immediately struck me as odd – explaining that they had damaged my car.
I went in to meet the new tenant, a guy and he immediately apologised for the damage which had occurred despite having censors on the back of his van. He, and his girlfriend were very sweet and I felt awful for my earlier thoughts about the person who had damaged my car and left a note. As it turns out, his girlfriend’s father owns a garage and will be able to repair the damage, but I will lose my car for a week or so. They are a sweet couple, and I am inclined to think well of them both.
I just wish they had found a better way to introduce themselves to their new neighbours. *LOL*