A couple of weeks ago Hank was running errands and had parked our car on a street in Noe Valley (a nice neighborhood here in San Francisco). She returned to the car about an hour later and found a note on the windshield. It said something to this effect:
I saw your car get hit by a truck. I took pictures of the truck. You may contact me at email@example.comSure enough, our car had a dent in the hood.
Hank contacted the good samaritan later that day via email and he explained that a pickup truck had been trying to parallel park in front of our car. The gate on the truck was down and some pieces of wood were sticking out a few feet beyond the back of the truck. When the truck backed up too close to our car, the wood stabbed into our hood, making a nice little dent. The truck driver immediately pulled out of the spot and parked further down the street.
The good samaritan attached photos of the truck, including the offending piece of wood and a clear shot of the out-of-state Florida license plate. He offered that our insurance company or the police could contact him with any questions.
Hank filed a police report and then submitted all the information to our insurance company. They assessed it, and said that they had everything they needed to go after this guy. They told us they'd waive the deductible and that we should go get our car fixed at our earliest convenience.
Holy crap! I'm speechless.
When was I abducted from Earth and deposited on The Planet Where Things Happen As They Should? It's really nice here. Warm.
Either that or Hank has some kick-ass karma. It surely can't be mine.