- Aug 10, 2005
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It seems my Christmas shopping isn’t complete until there’s the annual encounter with ‘The Old Bloke’ in Sainsbury’s car park. I used to see him in an altercation with other people year after year after he crashed into them. On a couple of occasions, I’d spot him - hand clutching his forehead at the far end of the car park looking at his latest festive victim. He actually ran into the back of me a couple of years ago but there was no damage. He’s an agent of complete Xmas parking chaos. His wife is usually sitting there in the passenger seat, expressionless like that mother-in-law ghost in the back of the car picture while it’s all kicking off.The police have managed to identify the owner of the car that crashed into my wife's car in a car park; he drove off without reporting it.
Turns out he's an old man who's laughably bad at parking—it was caught on CCTV. Our apartment block attendant tells us that he came around to apologise in person, but he would not reveal which apartment was ours without our prior permission, so we're half expecting a note left downstairs tomorrow.
The police asked whether we wanted them to pursue the matter against him now that the insurance stuff is sorted, the tone being that, given his age and seeming economic status, they were inclined to let him off if we were amenable.
We gave the old chap some festive charity, and my wife's happy with the Audi she's been given while repairs are completed.
All's well that ends well.