But it's not my fault, again, for sure!
I wasn't even driving it when it was hit.
It was in the TRAX parking lot, safely, we thought, while we went in to downtown Salt Lake to see the Mannheim Steamroller Christmas concert.
We came back to find just two cars still in the lot and a tiny note tucked under the window wiper.
"I'm sorry I backed into your car," it said, followed by a name, a phone number and an insurance company's name.
We looked around the car.
All we could see at that time of night was a dent and scratch on the driver's side door.
(It wasn't until we saw it in the morning light in the garage that we realized it was a significant dent involving most of the door.)
It kind of ruined the night for us.
We appreciated the note but couldn't really relax until several days later after we had made brief contact.
The lady who had been driving said she didn't see our car (which is Sky Blue and regular size).
She drove into it rather than backing which is odd since we were parked parallel well away from everyone.
She told me on the phone that since she is short and couldn't see over the steering wheel clearly.
I was pretty sure she was being sincere when she said she wanted to make things right.
Marc was worried about the fact that she wanted to keep the insurance companies out of it and that the driver was leaving town in a week.
Then matters were complicated by the repair shop which did not want anything but cash for the repairs which were quite a bit more than anyone expected.
We had to insist on a money order for the damages and meet to make the exchange.
Our car is now being repaired. (Surprisingly, they have the right color of paint on hand!)
I'm at home without wheels and amazed.
Not only did we get hit by an honest woman who left her information when she didn't have to but she and her husband coughed up the money.
We'll be made whole and for us, it's a Christmas miracle, for sure.
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