Spent Christmas up in San Jose with Toby and his family. It was a good time - ate food, running, watching Chinese movies, and drinking with Toby’s crew up north.
So…Monday night, we’re at Khartoum Lounge in Campbell, when a fight breaks out at the other end of the bar. They get kicked out pretty quickly, but a moment later, I see people rushing to look out the window. And I think - “oh shit, my car is parked out there.” Sure enough, these ass clowns are going at it in the space between my car and another. Then Kevin comes out and goes, “Dude, they fucked up your car.”
I go over to my car, where there’s a dude in a Hawaiian shirt lying on the ground in front the bumper. He’s bleeding all over the sidewalk and looks like he doesn’t know what century it is, much less where he is. He gets up and starts stumbling away.
And sure enough, there’s a giant dent in my car above the left front wheel, running all the way down the panel.
The cops show up, and separate the guys who were fighting. Kevin says to one of them, “Officer, my friend’s car got damaged” and he says he’ll be back in a minute. He eventually comes over and asks whose car got damaged. He tells me that since these guys didn’t press charges on each other, and nobody knows who actually made the dent, there isn’t anything I can do. He gives me his contact info with the incident number and they’re done.
I get back to the bar, where Toby convinces the bartender to give me a free drink. There’s a guy at the end of the bar who seemed to be a regular who calls the bartender over. He says, “Where’s that watch?” The bartender pulls a watch from behind the counter and hands it to the guy, who turns and hands it to me, saying “One of the guys took the watch off outside before he went to fight. Hopefully this will help make up for the dent.”
It’s an okay watch (see picture to the right) - a silver Guess, retail about $90. I don’t like Guess, but it’s a good story and I was going to buy a watch anyways, so I think I’m going to wear it.
And the funny thing is…the dent popped itself out on my way back home to L.A., so Sheila (my car) is fine. That’s what you get for messing with her, bitches!
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