I got one for ya. Yesterday I went up to the college to get stuff for next week(standing in line for two hours for a two min conversation). I finaly get to go home so I make it to the parking lot and it, just me and three people walking in front of me 7yds up, it so happens they parked on the left side of my truck, well I see this guy open the van up and hit my door, well his fat buddy gets in the big slideing door and the van rocks up and down, and the fat passenger gets in and also rocks the van, up and down on my door. I walk up and go straight to the spot where I see the dust was rubbed, I stare at it and rub it with my finger, I look over at the passenger and he's stairing , so I point to my door. He rolls down the window and I say it seems you scratched my door. He says no I didn't, well I saw this fucktard do it, so I tell him" boy, don't you sit there and lie to me, not when I watched you, well his father got out of the car, I gues his kids where around 25, he comes around and gets in my face, I tell him its pretty goddamn ridiculous to tell me that they didn't do it when I saw it, he said he was sorry. I told the father that it was real nice of him to apologise but it didn't mean shit when he wasn't the one who did it. Then I staired at the guy with the big eyes in the passenger seat, he said he was sorry and he didn't know. I said "well then, that's that" and got in my truck and left
oh yea, when I got home and washed the spot it seems they just rubbed the dirt off, not my paint