Ever hit someone's parked car and not left a note?

This is some serious dirt bag style!

yeah right u happy

I feel like a fool, jeff! I should not be driving around without insurance and I should have been more careful when I was backing out. I am consoling myself with the fact that the recipient of the damage, if the car is any representation of its driver, was a frat boy and therefore rich and probably a date rapist (I kid).

when i was a junior in high school i scraped some girl's car pulling out of a space, i panicked and drove away. of course someone saw me and knew her, told her, she told me she knew, but was like "don't worry about it it's cool" but i really felt like shit immediately after

I DO THIS LIKE EVERY DAY

but not for anything serious. bumper dents are a casualty of street parking.

this one time i took off a guys front headlight and debated whether or not i should leave a note and finally i did. i was afraid he was going to scream at me but when he called he was so nice about it and it turned out to be an old guy who lived across the street from me, volunteered at animal shelters and had a ONE LEGGED DOG. so if i hadnt left a note i would have deserved to rot in hell probably.

a few months later a tree fell through the back window of my car so i guess it's all relative

it did not leave a note

I pulled back the corner of the bumper, and scratched it.

Oh my god, I feel so bad!!

thats what bumpers are for

i've gotten a lot better at parallel parking, but man i still suck. if someone boxes me in though i back right into that shit like its bumper cars.

Yes! It was my senior year of high school. I'd only had a license for about six months. I was driving to school one day and as I maneuvered into a space in the school parking lot, I took the turn a little too wide and put a dent in the driver's side door of a brand-new '96 Ford Probe. I immediately backed out of the spot and parked halfway across the lot, then went inside and went to class. After first period, all I could hear people talking about in the hall was "did you hear someone crashed into so-and-so's car?" and "I know, I didn't get a good look at him, though," etc. I was mortified: should I turn myself in? Turns out, I didn't have to make that decision because the school cop stopped by my second-period class and called me to his office (I guess at least someone got a good look at me). Car belonged to a girl I didn't really know but who lived right down the street from me. She'd gotten it as a birthday present literally the week before.

I did a bad thing here, but honestly I don't think leaving a note would have helped in this situation. Would have helped the guy be less "O_O!! Someone hit my car and just drove off! What a cruel world I live in," though. I hope he does not become a rude jerk because of this.

roxy do u belive in karma

maybe you can get some small amount of good karma by posting a missed connection on craigslist

thats what bumpers are for

-- Mr. Que, Thursday, April 10, 2008 2:16 PM (2 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

OK, yeah, if you're talking about a bumper, ain't no thing. I hit bumpers pretty much every day, too.

Also, if someone saw me and wrote down my license number, I am totally going to jail.

xpost, no, I basically mangled this bumper

A few months ago, someone left a note on my car and was like, "I think you hit my car, the paint on the bumper is chipped off, call me." And you know what, I did have every intention of calling that person, but I totally lost the note. Honestly. They had out-of-state plates, though: I think maybe they weren't used to the concept of city parking.

xp Ha, I read "pulled back the corner" but didn't register what that actually meant.

I mean, this car is definitely injured.

okay like how bad though

The far left side of the bumper is pulled back away from the car and there is some paint scraped off.

well if you don't have insurance and you can't afford to pay him/her there's not much you can do. if you're worried about the guilt and stuff or getting busted by the cops you should go back and leave a note. . .???

Too late for that.

i bet "the one that hit and quit it" has done this.

http://www.ugo.com/images/articles/000903600/903558_big.jpg

http://a804.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/49/l_4aadbda5de8c99af1f1d38bc182faf53.jpg

I took off someone's driver side mirror in bronxville, ny. someone smashed in my windows and shot my car with a pellet gun there. suburbs be rough.

a few months later a tree fell through the back window of my car so i guess it's all relative

-- J0rdan S., Thursday, 10 April 2008 19:15 (1 hour ago) Link

it did not leave a note

-- J0rdan S., Thursday, 10 April 2008 19:15 (1 hour ago) Link

lol @ this

I've been on the receiving end of this a couple times. Once someone did leave a note, but a couple of other times they didn't.

It's the shittiest thing imaginable.

there are much shittier things imaginable. pay for a garage if you are care about dents and scratches.

parking garages are not much better.

i've never done this before - but i hard a story that a friend of mine once took a guys mirror off - he got out of his car, wrote a note, left it under the wiper and left.

the note read: "i am really sorry about your car." apparently no one told him he should give his personal info - he honestly thought a written apology was enough!

I DIDN'T hit someones car once and they still left a note on my car that said "Thanks for scratching my car your macho idiot". It really put a dint in my day.

pay for a garage if you are care about dents and scratches.

Way to blame the victim

You knew your car was sexy when you parked it there, slut.

I was parallel parking a year ago, and I tapped the bumped of the car behind me. I got out, there was no damage, so I went and got a burrito. A few weeks later, I get a letter from the fuzz. Turns out some fucking busybody took down my license plate number and left a note on the guy's car. He said I dented his license plate frame. The cop wrote me a ticket for improper backing. The judge at my court date LAUGHED.
When I leave this town, the owner of the car and the good samaritan will find their names and numbers on craigslist, offering NSA blowjobs.

I was pulling out of a parallel job in manhattan one time and all of a sudden it was like "BUMP...oh shit i just hit the car behind me....DOUBLE SHIT ITS A COP CAR....there are no coppers in it and no bystanders seem to care....HOLY FUCK WHAT DO I DO?"
I drove away as fast as I could and haven't heard anything about it since.
Also hi everyone i'm new 'round these parts.

driving down a very narrow street near my house, my wing mirror tapped the wing mirror of a parked car ...

... which fell off.

i drove off, and parked. twenty minutes later, wracked with guilt, i went back to leave a note. on closer inspection, it turned out the wing mirror had been held on with sellotape anyway, so i decided to fuck the note.

karmically, my car now has identical dents in the front wings, which i reckon came from the supermarket car park (i didn't notice them right away). serves me right for: a) not leaving a note; b) shopping at evil capitalist tesco.

less forgivably: astoundingly drunk one night with an erstwhile ILX0r (this is many years ago, before ILX), i kicked the nearside wing mirror off a ford fiesta. i tried to rationalise this the next morning as: "pah, evil planet-killing drivers; any FASCIST who OWNS A CAR deserves what they get." then i saw a really glum-looking girl parking it a couple of days later and felt so guilty i, er, didn't do anything about it at all.

sorry, glum-looking girl. i could be a total cunt back then.

also: hello, hairy cornflake.

Haha, well guys, a cop just came to my house.

I was actually sitting and reading this thread while he was in his car going over my info, then he came back in and totally peeped the thread title. Nice job.

He was very nice and thanked me for being honest (uh, I left the scene of a crime, isn't that why you're here??) and said "I've taken people to jail for this same thing, but you have been very honest and polite," or something.

So, I got a ticket and my insurance has to pay for it. And a cop knows about ilx.

Must be a slow day.

damn son

South Knoxville cops...are unlike any other cops.

I was prepped for the worst. At least now I can pay for the accident and not worry anymore.

I have accidentally broken into someone else's car, thrown away their shopping list (while wondering who on earth had put it in 'my' car), failed to start the car with the wrong car keys, then realised I was in the wrong car, got out hastily, realised the door no longer shut, leaned it to and walked away briskly without leaving a note.

Sheesh, how did you open the door!?

(I assume you were drunk?)

how often does that sorta thing happen? where your keys work with someone else's car? i've heard stories but have no idea how actually probable it is.

or it was unlocked maybe?

In my experience, it works with all Saturns.

(In the ignition!)

Haha Roxy you're now being investigated for every Saturn theft in your vicinity

I was actually sitting and reading this thread while he was in his car going over my info, then he came back in and totally peeped the thread title. Nice job

no fucking WAY! hahahahah, shit.

bollocks. i hope he doesn't have any friends in the lothian and borders constabulary who are still probing a bizarre wing-mirror incident some 12 years on.

I wasn't drunk, I was ill! I'd been living in Italy for about a month working for an English language school. I had a bad cold and hadn't been able to sleep all night, but like an idiot I thought I better go to work anyway as my lessons were teaching Business English at a factory in the middle of nowhere at 8am and I didn't speak the language (then) so didn't know how to cancel the lesson (or lessons, because I had to drive another teacher to the factory as well). The boss of the school had given us the use (for lessons only, not personal use) of this incredibly shit 20-year-old car that was literally falling to pieces. In the freezing cold half-light at about 7am I shivered my way out of the block of flats towards what looked like our car. The keys didn't work in the door, but that was no surprise because hardly anything about the car worked most of the time. I just thought 'I don't need this shit!' and somehow managed to wrench the door open with brute force even though it was locked. There was a shopping list in Italian on the driver's seat, which I thought was a bit odd and pretentious seeing as none of us could speak much Italian, but I screwed it up and tossed it in the back. I then tried to start the car but the keys didn't even fit in the hole. In raised my eyes in exasperation and noticed that the roof of this car was perfectly normal, whereas the car I was supposed to be driving had a roof that looked like it had been repeatedly slashed by a knife-wielding maniac and which dropped bits of yellow foam onto you all the time giving you the appearance of someone suffering from an extreme form of dandruff. That's when I finally realised I was in the wrong car.

CNN front page, Knoxville local news:

Cop: Hit-n-run driver was "wracked with guilt"

I've only once scratched a parked car, on my way out of the spot; I was tempted to not leave a note, because I kinda blamed the other person for parking really close to me on uneven terrain. (You can't do a slick, predictable pull-out in a bumpy dirt lot!) But I left a note under the windshield. And then, two minutes after I drove off, torrents of rain came crashing down to absolve everything, which I was tempted to interpret as god saying "screw that dude, who parks six inches from someone on a bumpy dirt incline?"

"I don't have insurance right now and wouldn't be able to pay the guy for the (minor) repair anyhow"

"So, I got a ticket and my insurance has to pay for it. And a cop knows about ilx."

?

Next she's going to pee her pants live on this thread.

Haw, 0_0. *I* have to pay for it, rather! I do not have insurance, not that it is something to brag about.

Nasty, that story is very HAWsome, especially the fact that you stopped to judge the note as pretentious after ripping the door off the car! HAW!

In high school I backed into someone's parked car on the street pretty hard and then drove off like a bastard. But, their car was already a junker so I didn't feel that bad about it.

Then a few years later I tried to get my karma back into order. Some really old lady did the worst driving ever in a parking lot and managed to hit me, even though I was trying to drive away from her the best I could. I got out of the car to check the damage, which scratched the hell out of the whole rear end of the left side of my car. Her big ass Buick was fine, of course. She seemed to be freaking out so I told her not to worry about it and gave her a hug and drove off with her still standing there. I felt like a decent guy. Later I realized she was freaking out because she (stupidly) thought it was my fault, and that when I hugged her she probably thought I was taking advantage of her (for being an old lady, not in a sexual way, ahem).

Ok, you are being played by Michael Cera, even right now.

I bet everything is way easier to deal with when Ron Howard is narrating your life!

Big haws to the visualization of "don't worry about it" + hug, while she's thinking the accident is your fault.

Ok, re: Saturns and keys, I was driving my sister's BF's car while housesitting for them last October. It was a stick, and I was new to driving them and pretty bad at it. I parked at my other sister's house. When we were leaving, I asked her to drive, as she is good at driving a stick and I sucked at it. She also drive a Saturn of around the same year, and absent-mindedly stuck her own key into the ignition. The car started. True!

I don't remember if we tested whether or not it opened the doors or not.

i almost bought a saturn and was so sad when it got sold before i made my move (mostly cuz i think those automatic seat belt things are way cool and that is enough of a selling point for me for some reason) but if i had only known then what i know now!

i did this when i had just learned to drive/had my first car. scraped a mercedes door really bad in a mall parking lot. i panicked, drove off, and felt horribly guilty, paranoid. actually called my insurance co. the next day, fessed up, they supposedly investigated (i gave them the license plate #)but something tells me they didn't try too hard to find the dude. i also filled out a police report. never heard anything else about it.

about 3 years later I backed into a parked car in a very dark parking lot on a rainy night. totally didn't see it. big ol' dent in the door. just a scratch on mine. actually drove off again, but came back 5 minutes later. this happened at a hotel where i was staying, so I called the front desk and told them about it. it belonged to a waitress in the restaurant, she was pretty cool about it, i just paid her out of pocket for the repairs because i didn't want to get the insurance dudes involved.

I am pretty bad driver.

This story is a little off topic, though it is car related and pretty good.

My roommate was at a movie on a date. The movie ends and they're walking back to the car. He's about to put the keys in the lock when he sees THERE IS A LARGE DOG IN THE BACK SEAT where the was no dog before. The doors were locked (he's nearly OCD about this). And they're still locked.

WTF?!

Not much to be done. He opened the door and the dog ran off.

:D

The roommate I was talking about JUST swung my bedroom door open and whipped a cough drop at me.

Very considerate. I'm sick.

No, but I have written "U PARK BADLY" with my finger in the filth of people's windshields when they take up an extra spot.

I borrowed my brother-in-law's minivan to pick up some balloons for a party. I parked in a strip mall lot, went into the party store, came out, stowed the balloons in the back of the van, unlocked the driver side door, put the key in the ignition, and started it. suddenly toby keith came on. I don't remember what cd I had been listening to, but it sure as shit wasn't toby keith. that's when I realized I was in the wrong car.

good thing a) I can't make a 5 minute drive without bringing my own jams and b) that car's owner had crap taste. otherwise I would have honestly driven off with it.

are the car manufacturers cutting costs so much that they just make one key per model?

I probably should've just swapped cds, and then they would have a story to tell. "my toby keith cd magically changed into something called skullflower!"

Ok, what's really going on here.

Did they think "oh, people will never notice this!"

also lol @ you caught in flagrante deposto

my knoxville cop story:

many years ago, before my wife and I were married, we got in a fight while driving from nj to nashville. it started somewhere around DC. I stopped talking to her, which is button #1 on her angry panel. by the time we got to knoxville she was so furious she pulled the car into a rest stop, got out, and stormed off. we began a screaming argument in the parking lot. somebody called the police. when the cop showed up he pleasantly tried to defuse the situation. he asked if we were married. when we said "no", he followed on with, "well, if you ain't married to him, you don't have to go with him if you don't want to."

instantly all of her fury was redirected at the cop. "what, if I'm married to him I have to do what he says? what, I'm his property? let's get the hell out of here!" that was the end of our argument.

young passion lulz

unlocked the driver side door, put the key in the ignition, and started it.

how is this possible if it was the keys from your own car?

also wtf @ bell labs way up thread. elvis t otm.

how is this possible if it was the keys from your own car?

are you tuomas sockpuppet?

has anyone else gotten a note & not given a shit?

Oh it's very possible. I clicked open someone else's rental in the parking lot once and everyone was getting in, and then we were like, who put this baby car seat in here?

xp

&bookmarkesigh

???

was trying to link this

are you tuomas sockpuppet?

-- Edward III, Friday, April 11, 2008 5:25 AM (16 minutes ago)

i honestly didn't think that could work! does that make me naive?

yeah you sounded a little incredulous and it was kind of the point of the whole story

in the seventies, my mum had one of these:

http://www.channel4.com/4car/media-legacy/featimages/escorts/escort1sport.jpg

as did the bloke down the road. each car's keys worked perfectly on the other one. i'm kinda shocked that shit can still happen with relatively recent cars, mind.

i shake my head at the quality assurance teams of today

don't leave a note, leave a key mark

"astoundingly drunk one night with an erstwhile ILX0r (this is many years ago, before ILX), i kicked the nearside wing mirror off a ford fiesta."

I did this once. I really don't know why. Someone called the cops and I spent the night in the cells and had to pay £200, so at least I got my comeuppance. The bloke who owned the car was really nice about it.

y'all some pretty bad drivers, is what I'm hearing.

I did this once. I really don't know why. Someone called the cops and I spent the night in the cells and had to pay £200, so at least I got my comeuppance. The bloke who owned the car was really nice about it

whew. wow, yeh, i dodged a bullet there.

thing is: i'm very aware of what a heartily twattish thing it was to do, and i think that tempers my reaction now when i'm on the other side of, umm, youthful high-jinks. i mean, some little bastard tagged the front door of our close the other week (with, er, tipp-ex and the end of a key, which suggests a 12-year-old skiving off school rather than a new gang marking out its territory) but i figure, shit, does that cause me as much grief as i caused some poor woman by knacking her car? er, no.

i think that was the same night that, when i got into the flat, i began loudly shouting abuse about my flatmates, calling them all cunts repeatedly. it might even have been the same night that i managed to pull, then, while getting my coat, completely forgot about the girl i'd pulled and staggered off without her.

apple hooch: lethal stuff. thank fuck they don't make it any more.

I reversed into a Golf not long after I got the car before this one. I was going to leave a note, but I looked at the golf and there was not a single mark on it, so I didn't.

These friends of mine had a white fiesta that the went to tescos in, they finished their shopping, went out into the car park, loaded their shopping into the white fiesta, drove off, got about 1/2 a mile away before they started noticing the unfamiliar objects in the car, realised it was a dufferent white fiesta, and drove it back. Luckily for them , the owners of the other car were still in the shop (I'd have left a tin of beans or s.th. in the car for the lulz)

Vaguely related, I went to see a friend who lived in Coventry years ago, he had a red sierra, we went to a balti house, halfway back to his place, I realised I'd left my coat in the cloakroom, we drove back to get it, I nipped into the balti place, ran back out, got in the red sierra parked outside with its engine running, saying "thank fuck, it was still there" or s.th. like that. The woman driver of the car was like WHAAAT?!?!?! and leapt out of the car terrified. I leapt out as well, noticed my friend's (identical) red car parked about 50yds behind, with him sat inside laughing at me. I apologised to the woman, she was pretty shaken up. It was really, really embarrasing.

"the front door of our close"

one of those hyper-expensive-gated-cul-de-sac type affairs? In which case you get what you deserve. burn the rich!

er, no: a fucking glasgow tenement!

ilx today, summed up in the first paragraph of a letter to football365, of all places-

"A mate of mine is experiencing what he is calling "the worst three months of my life". He's lost his job due to the credit crunch, his girlfriend left him, his mortgage payments have risen to a level where he now has to sell his flat and as if that weren't enough, someone drove into his car when it was parked outside his flat causing over £2,000 worth of damage (of course they didn't leave a note)."

in the seventies, my mum had one of these:

http://www.channel4.com/4car/media-legacy/featimages/escorts/escort1sport.jpg

as did the bloke down the road. each car's keys worked perfectly on the other one. i'm kinda shocked that shit can still happen with relatively recent cars, mind.

My mate once opened and started a Mk1 Escort with a 2p coin.

Z S and Nasty, Brutish and Short have some A+ stories here.

Here's a C+ story:

Near the end of summer of 2006, we moved to Chicago. I hadn't driven a car in a few years, but I ended up driving a giant Penske from St. Louis to Chicago, and of course it was raining like Armageddon all day. It was living hell. Somehow I managed to guide this behemoth into Wicker Park, and I was pretty pleased with myself for doing a decent job. Finally, we pulled up in front of my house, and I was pointing it out to my dad - "there it is!" - I completely smashed the side mirror of a parked car. It made an awful noise, and censoring myself in front of my ultra religious dad, I squealed "oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!" while he yelled at me to pull into an alley. We got out and inspected the damage, and yeah, all the glass that used to be a mirror was shattered on the road instead. I was in post minor-accident trauma shock, but I wanted to leave some sort of note. My dad protested vehemently. Finally, he went up and knocked lightly on the door of some apartment building across the street (even though it's fucking Chicago and there were a million apartments around and no one gets to park in front of their apartments). No one answered, which made sense because he was knocking on the door to a hallway, not to anyone's apartment. He wouldn't let me write a note, and he was in an awful mood the rest of the day. Unrelated, but I'd like to repeat here an anecdote from another thread: when you call my parent's house, the first words on the answering machine are my dad saying "Shalom. You have reached the Sc0tt residence", even though we aren't Jewish.

OH BOY!

Yeah. After the third one I felt like even he wanted me to just be a fucking man.

i did this very recently. probably one drink too far in to drive, but the fucko parked SO FAR OUT IN THE FUCKING STREET that i sort of lost any remorse about it. i was reaching for my smokes (in the center console) and 'crunch.' fucked up both cars in minor ways, mine much worse that his--- very posh area, mind you, with me driving my dad's fucked old subaru.