The other day, I was leaving the gym and backing my car out of a spot. Some guy accidentally plowed into my car and dented it badly. I have an appointment later in the month to get the car fixed. So in the meantime, I’m driving around with a huge dent in my car.
Yesterday, I had to go into the city for a few meetings. As I was stopped at a red light, the car next to me, a red Town and Country with a license plate from Virginia, honked his horn and signaled that I roll down my window. I did.
“Hey lady,” the guy screams out. “I can get your dent out for $650 and it will look brand new.”
I shook my head. Here I am sitting at a red light on 25th Street and 2nd Avenue. Is this a little random or what?
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I’m getting it fixed later in the month.”
“But I can go through your insurance company and you won’t have to pay a deductable,” he says.
“Thank you very much but I’m not interested,” I said. At that, he got very angry, cut me off and sped away…
New York City never ceases to amaze me…
