The other day we stopped at Safeway before going to work. As we pulled into the parking spot, a man in a silver SUV pulled behind us and started yelling at Tyler.
When I got out of the car, all I could hear was the man talking fast and pointing at the dent in the side of the truck. He asked how it happened, and I guiltily replied "The wife happened."
Flashback: Last summer, I pulled the truck out of Tyler's parking spot at work. I took the corner too closely, and dented our new-to-us truck. The evidence was streaked across the side in yellow paint — the same hue of the pillars in his parking garage.
Back to present day: The guy points to my destruction and says for $250 he can fix it in 15 minutes while we are shopping. Tyler said we can't afford that, and attempts to walk away. In desperation, the guy comes back with his final offer.
"$100, please I need the work," he says.
Sold! The body shop we had went to before had told us it would be a $1,200 fix (to make it look like nothing happened of course). So Tyler agreed. When we got done shopping, the guy had made the dent 84% better, and thanked us for the work. He drove away trolling for his next customer, with his SUV that had an On the Spot Body Shop sign magnetized to the door.
I never knew you could be randomly descended upon by auto body specialist.
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