Lucy, my brand new, shiny, black, car was keyed in a parking lot yesterday.
I got so upset about Lucy being violated …
I found myself breathing hard and ranting like a lunatic.
In fact, I was so upset I made myself spend a good chunk of time editing a few recent sunset shots just to calm myself down.
Sunset from my driveway – taken Thursday evening. 12/29/11
This is what happened –
I took Lucy for a short spin to our local drugstore. I needed a refill of one of my arm/pain prescriptions.
I purposely parked a little further out in the parking lot to avoid car-door-dings.
I suppose that’s a little obnoxious, but the first “ding” or scratch to a new car is so painful.
I was hoping to avoid it until Lucy is at least a month old.
When I got out of my car I noticed a man STARING at me in a very mean, angry, way.
He was parked in a spot a short ways away from me.
He was leaning on his old, very clunky, very beat up, truck while he talked on the phone.
Now, I’m going to be honest here.
My first thought was, “What did I ever do to him to make him GLARE at me like that?”
My second thought was, “That’s something you don’t see in Money Town very often.”
And by “that,” I meant – him.
He looked like he’d seen better times. He hadn’t shaved in at least a year. He was dirty, his clothes were dirty, and he looked like he’d just crawled out of one of our canyons.
He probably had.
As Money Towners like to say,
There’s a “certain element” camping out back in some of our local canyons.
Now, I know those words sound judgmental and harsh.
I have met some NICE canyon-ites in my years living here. A lot of them, however, are living in trees (yes, really!), and homemade forts, as a result of their inability to co-mingle in society. Many of the canyon dwellers are desperate and willing to break into local houses and cars too. It’s a fact – as our local police frequently remind us.
This particular man was staring me down with angry, raging, looks. I had done nothing other than park about four parking spots away from him.
Maybe he’s always angry.
Maybe it angered him to see Lucy, so new and shiny, when he’s less fortunate.
Maybe he’s simply mentally unstable.
I went into the drugstore.
There was no line.
My prescription was ready.
I was back at my car in less than five minutes.
Canyon Dweller was still there.
He glared at me –
And then he smirked.
I admit, I hurried to avoid him.
There was something not right about him.
I got in Lucy and drove home.
When I got to our house and got out of the car …
I saw it.
Lucy had been keyed.
A long, deep, scratch has marred Lucy’s beauty.
I instantly knew it was done by angry-glaring-smirking Canyon Dweller.
“How could he do this to me?” ran through my head.
“Why did he do this?” came next.
“Lucy’s only a week old!” also entered my mind.
My anger has lessened (a little) now.
Next week I’ll take Lucy in to the doctor and see if her scar can be buffed out, or disguised in some way.
I know, she’s only a car.
I can’t help but question WHY some people are so awful.
How can anyone derive joy out of keying a total strangers car?