Hello,

When you parked your car was right on my bumper, causing scratches.

You're an ASSHOLE

So said the note on my windshield, parked behind Whole Paycheck at 4th/Harrison.

I knew I was close, as spaces are tight parking on the street in San Francisco, but I didn't think I was touching his car. In fact, I went out and checked and didn't think I saw any contact, let alone feel anything. bummer.

But wait. Let's think about this a bit.

You're parallel parking in San Francisco downtown in uber-high density. Is it anywhere near reasonable to expect that your bumper will never get touched or scratched by another bumper ?

I mean, it's one of those nouns whose very existence is the result of a noun. I mean, in Baseball, would you expect a catcher to get pissed off if he was actually expected to catch something? Pitchers who refuse to pitch?

I may be an asshole, but I'm not really sure it's for this transgression :)

Oddly enough, the note was written on the back of a printed webpage of Isaiah 14:12. Not that this particular passage is damning, but just interesting that this judgemental view was pasted on my windshield by someone of the Christian faith. Ne Jugez point, afin que vous ne soyez point juges....