I *HATE* kids!
Fsck!!!. I must have been cursed.
Yesterday. Tamaki drive. I just parked my cage and was about to head to the beach when some idiot kid on a bmx lost control of his bike and crashed into the side of my car, christening it with a nice collection of fresh dings and scratches. I got his father's phone number but I am not sure what to do about it. His dad was right there readily claiming that (a) there are no scratches on the paint and I am imagining them, (b) the scratches were there before the accident and (c) there never was an accident since he was there watching his kid the whole time.
Today some idiot neighbor kids decided to play on my Street Magic, dropped it and ruined $200 worth of fresh chroming. Since I do not know which kid specifically dropped the bike, I don't see how I can force the parents into compensating me. I am contemplating a letter of complaint to the landlord but that's hardly more than mental masturbation - what good could it possibly do?
Why is this shit happening to me??? Damn! Damn! Damn!!!
"People are stupid ... almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true, or because they are afraid it might be true. People's heads are full of knowledge, facts, and beliefs, and most of it is false, yet they think it all true ... they can only rarely tell the difference between a lie and the truth, and yet they are confident they can, and so all are easier to fool." -- Wizard's First Rule
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