Grrrrrrr
Took my wife and son to the drive-in this past saturday to see the new Batman movie. Had a great time, got home late, so I went out to unload the car sunday morning. I found a nice, nickel sized dent in my passenger side rear door with a scratch in it and a scratch in front of it, down to the metal. Must have been the lady parked next to me at the drive in as I did notice she was sitting in her car during the movie with her door propped open the whole time. I guess its my fault for not checking the car over before leaving, but it really [censored] me off. I told my wife, I'm upset so much over the fact that it happened, stuff happens, but its the fact that she sat there for 3+ hours without telling me she hit my car with her door. Ok, done ranting
