Originally posted by: MichaelD
I'm going to go in a completely opposite direction than anyone else.
My friend, listen to me; living in ANY city sucks donkey dick. NOBODY cares that you love your car. Nobody cares that you wash it by hand twice a week, wax it monthly and even CLAY BAR IT a few times per year. Your car is just "some car" to everyone but you.
Out of 100% of anyone that owns a vehicle, 90% of those people could care less if their car was covered in flourescent monkey shit that actually would yell at you if you tried to wash it off. To them, the car is just a personal bus that they don't have to share and they dont' care what it looks like.
I am nuts about my vehicles; I do all the above "cleaning stuff" and then some. I keep plastic bags in my truck to put on my shoes before I get in case they get muddy. Really.
You have no case against this woman. Her admitting to you is hearsay (heresay?) and she has no money. Slash her tires and the same cops that told you to go fuck yourself will be the first ones to bust down your door and beat you silly.
You will NEVER be able to properly care for a vehicle until you MOVE OUT OF THE CITY. Cities=enemy of car lovers.
Live in the burbs and you have a garage/driveway where the only dents you can get are the ones you're responsible for. When you go the supermarket/mall, park all the fucking way at the end of the lot, alone, and walk the 1/4mile to the front door. I did this when I lived in Omaha (what a sweet place...I miss it) and it worked out well.
Unfortunately I had to move back to a big city and deal w/this shit all over again.
The only thing you can do now is buy a big blanket/tarp and drape it over the windows on the drivers side and close the door(s), hopefully protecting against dings. Personally, I think the old hag is typical of the majority of vehicle owners and needs her POS car accidentally towed to an alley and burned. BUT she's old, broke, bitter, waiting to die and hates you b/c you're young and actually care about your car AND you had the NERVE to call her out about fucking up your car. The Grim Reaper is taking notes...she'll have an especially rough drag thru the Thorns Of Punishment on her way to her final destination.
In the meantime, you can get the hell out of NYC...what a stinky and evil place. I grew up there so I should know.
Burbs, baby. Burbs.