Wander out to my car (black kia) this afternoon to head downtown to pick up Brad to make a Costco trip. Get close enough to unlock my door and wonder "hmm why is my car crooked? I mean, I know how to park and I know I parked straight on when I got home yesterday". So I mosy around to get a different look and I think again to myself "woah, Brad's car (gold civic) is crooked too. what the heck happened?".
And then I see the damage... and I FREAKED OUT.
My car had minimal damage (i.e. small white line of paint on the back bumper= paint transfer from the car that hit us, obviously).
Obviously I don't need to explain to you the damage to Brad's car, it's blatantly clear if you have eyes. So I freak out more and call Brad and explain to him that what I'm about to tell him is NOT a joke. He says to come downtown to get him so I take pictures of the damage and how our cars were parked and then drive my car because it clearly is not as bad as his damage.
While driving, I call my dad (using hands-free of course) and tell him the story. He says to call the non-emergency police line when we get back and explain it all to them.
See, we have assigned parking at my apartment complex so everyone parks in the same spot. You can tell that the paint transfer on my car is white. The car with the assigned spot to the left of my car is a white Hyundai. Hmmmm. And that car ALWAYS parks there. But when I left my house and noticed this damage, around 2:30 pm, that white Hyundai just happened to be parked on the street next to my apartment complex. Coincidence? I think NOT!
So Brad and I get back and call the police and they send 3 officers out. One is talking to me and taking a report on my car. One is talking to Brad and filing his report. And the last actually walked with Mark out to look at the white Hyundai on the street to see if there is any "proof" that this car is the suspect. Brad, Mark, and I all saw that there is gold paint from Brad's front bumper on this guys license plate but the police officer didn't see it and said there was no black paint on the Hyundai from when he scraped my car.
The one thing that doubley sucks is that I have no idea when this occured. I didn't leave my house at all yesterday after like 2pm. If it happened late last night and there was some black paint on the Hyundai, the driver(s) could have found some way to rub it off or something.
So all Brad and I were left with were Portland Police business cards with the claim numbers for our insurance.
All I hope for in the next day or two is that whoever did this feels some ounce of guilt and confesses. I don't want to sound like a whiney brat, but this is just not fair. Brad was finalizing planes to actually sell his car this weekend to a nice lady in San Francisco and now he has to pay $500 to get this fixed if the perpetrator doesn't come clean.
I leave you with a photograph of the damage...
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