Hit and Run

This morning started off on a bad note. I woke up early so I could be in the office bright and early so I can get some work done. With my shower taken, body dressed, and breakfast eaten -- I headed out of my apartment. Stepping out of my building it was a dreary day, nevertheless I was in a good mood. I headed toward my car and I noticed these black marks on my rear bumper. When I got closer it was apparent that my car was stuck sometime within the 12 hours it was parked.

Not sure what to do, I looked at the damaged more closely to notice white paint flakes and black streaks. It wasn't until about five minutes later that I went back inside of my apartment to call my insurance company. The claims representative was nice, but that didn't help the fact there was nothing she could do. So the next step was the call our campus police ... 10 minutes later they showed up. I guess they thought my call wasn't important because I had an office show up -- on a bike. You know, when I call the police (even campus police) I expect to see a proper policeperson in full uniform in a police vehicle. Not someone on a 10-speed wearing spandex. Is that too much to ask?

I arrived at work an hour later than I planned. I was a bit down about the whole situation but as I thought more about it I realized that it was just a car. I am not happy that my property was damaged but it could have a lot worse. There is a tiny chip taken out of my bumper so I would like to get that fixed before it starts to rust and cause more damage. The black marks can be buffed out by a professional or myself with some elbow grease. I would like to find the person who did this; for you know, REVENGE! -- but more thank likely they will not be found.

[sigh] I guess I haveto get over it.