Recently the hubby backed my truck up into a landcruiser, taking out the
tailight and leaving a nice big dent back there.
Thursday, I picked up the truck from the body shop, all fixed.
Today (Saturday) we're trying to get out of a parking spot downtown,
noticed a running fight between Aboriginals. A fairly heavyset woman is
screaming and threatening a one-legged man on crutches, who is trying to
run away. Another man, probably her SO, is trying to stop her. The
woman and her SO look to be indigenous (I haven't room here to go into
the social problems of the Australian Aboriginals), but the guy on
crutches looks to be a working citizen. Hardly a fair fight, the guy on
crutches was trying to run away. At one point he looks at us and makes
the universal "phone" sign, but I don't know the number to call the cops
(I only know the emergency #, she hadn't actually touched him yet), and
shrug - but note to myself the police station is just around the corner.
Well, before we can get out of the spot, the fight reaches the truck,
and in an attempt to get the woman away from the guy in crutches, he
throws her up against my truck. After a minute or two the fight moves
far enough away for us to make our escape.
We stop at the police station, and I go in to report the problem - they
knew this particular one-legged guy (actually, there's a lot of
one-legged Aboriginals in town, I have no idea why). Hubby comes
running in, to tell me they DENTED MY TRUCK.
ARGH! Long dent, nearly two feet long, in the 'club cab' panel. Cop
tells me there's nothing to be done - since they weren't specifically
targeting my vehicle, it's not a criminal matter, it's an "accident".
Phooey. For a few moments, all I wanted to do was go back with a
baseball bat, and give that fat woman (who was causing the whole
problem) what for, and giving her SO a whack for throwing her against my
truck. I didn't, of course! We just drove home.
Anyway, the story has sort of a happy ending. We get the truck home,
and popped the dent mostly out by using a couple of suction cups. Now
it's more just a little blivet.
BTW, hubby was in the drivers' seat again. Poor guy, he's been having
really bad karma where my truck's concerned (and no, I'm not blaming him
Ok. I just needed to vent. Maybe I should just cover the truck with
bubble wrap, and ride the bicycle instead...