To the coward who hit my car

You suck.

I understand that parking lots in Coeur d'Alene right now are covered in ice and we haven't seen the markings on the pavement for about 2 months now, but it really doesn't make sense for you to hit my car where you did without being a complete moron. I don't really know where it happened because you hit the passenger side front fender and since I usually enter through the driver's side, it could have been weeks ago when you violated my vehicle and I just never noticed until last night when I was at 7-Eleven getting a Slurpee. Damn you for ruining what should have been a really good night.

Now, I could go on and mutter some explitives that explain my frustration with you and what I hope happens to your car in the future, but I'm not going to because I am a better person than you. If I had been the one to hit your car, I would have most certainly left a note apologizing and given you my contact information so that you could scream at me over the phone even though I was nice enough to leave you with some mode of reconciliation.

I will tell you that I strongly believe in karma, so I hope that the adrenaline rush you felt when fleeing the scene was worth it.

To conclude, let me leave you with some words from my dad. Words that I never thought I would find useful until the day I saw what you did to my car:

"May a thousand camels feast on your nether regions."