Tiff and Cam Present the return of The official B*tches of Eastwick Thread — Page 213

Someone apparently vandalized my ****ing car this morning!! F*CK!! I think I know who it is too. On Thursday afternoon, I was at the bank for like, half an hour, and I came out and this car was parked kind of close to me. This bitter looking blond middle-aged woman with pursed lips was sitting in the passenger seat and I was parked to her right. I knew the door would knock into the side of her car when I opened it, so I made sure to open it slowly so it would barely tap. When I did, and got into the car, I saw that she had craned her neck and was glaring at me, so I opened the car door again, this time wrapping my hand around the side of the door so my hand would be in between the door and her car when it opened.

I climbed out, ready to apologize to her, when she (this middle-aged blonde bitch, really school teacher looking) opened the door and bitched, "Is it necessary for you to keep hitting my door??" and I was all, "What do you MEAN 'keep hitting'?? I've been in there for 30 minutes and you weren't here!" and she says, "You hit my car when you opened your door, and you JUST DID IT AGAIN!" and I was like, "Well lady, I opened my door again so I could apologize to you, and I wrapped my hand around the side so there would be only contact with my hand the second time I opened it." and she keeps snarking, "Do you HAVE to keep hitting my door?" and I'm like, "Well get out of the goddamn car, and look for yourself if there are any scratches or dents, which there AREN'T because I barely tapped you!" and she just keeps bitching and NOT getting out of the car. So I was like, "If you've got a F*CKing problem with me, and you think I've damaged your car, then we can settle this at ICBC, so go right ahead." and she's all, "Whatever. You're the one who hit my car." and I'm like, "Well, I'll get your license plate number and you'll be hearing from ICBC." and she's snarking all, "Why would I be hearing from ICBC?" and I said, "Because you're pissed that I 'kept hitting' your F*CKing car, and if you've got such a problem with it, well, let's let ICBC deal with it. I only got out of the car to apologize and frankly, you're being a bitch. So we'll let ICBC decide." and she yells for a bit and slams the door shut.

So when I pulled out of the parking spot, she may or may have not gotten my license plate number down, but I made sure she saw me when I was writing down her license plate and car make from behind.

So now my dad - who hasn't been speaking to me since that incident because apparently it was MY fault somehow, and who didn't even take my side when the racist trucker tried to hit me - said he went back tothat same strip mall today to get groceries, and when he came back, there was a long, deep, deliberate key-like scratch against the side of the car. So now they think it was this woman. And of course, now he's yelling at me again, saying that if I hadn't gotten into it with her, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

And I'm going, well, a) if it is, good thing I got her license plate number then, eh?; b) for all we know it would be a random occurrence ("Then why would they choose to do it NOW, and not last week, last month, last year." "Uh, Dad, that's why it's called 'random'."). It's a decidedly Asian car, and there's a bit of racial unrest around here.

So now I'm F*CKing pissed, my dad said he'll "deal with it himsefl". I don't know who I'm madder at - this woman or my dad. F*CK! F*CKING AWFUL DAY!!

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