May 5, 2002
Today's entry is a rant. I apologize for those of you who have been good boys and girls and who sit quietly in your seats and only talk when called upon, but unfortunately, today you're going to get a stern lecture instead of recess.
You see, I was in the friends' house when this happened, looking at pictures from the AMA races and blissfully unaware that 50 feet away, my friends were smacking their house into my motorcycle. Now, after said smackage, did my friends come into the house, looking appropriately sheepish, and say, "uh, Carolyn, we're really sorry, but your bike got hit by the door, and you might want to come out and wipe the paint off"? Of course not. Why would they do that? My friends -- and they really are friends of mine, which is why I'm so hurt by this; these aren't just acquaintances -- said "oh, shit" and decided to try and fix things themselves. Apparently there was just a bit of garage door paint on the very nose of the bike, and so my otherwise sane and intelligent dear friend -- who is alive now solely on the fact that he is one of my very best friends on this entire earth -- decided to use A SCOURING PAD to get the paint off. Let me just say this one more time.
A scouring pad.
They then proceeded to not tell me anything until this evening, when my very dear friend apparently had a moment of clarity and conscience and told me what had happened. A few deep breaths later, I asked why in the name of all that is holy, did no one come inside the house and, oh, MENTION THIS TO ME LAST NIGHT. The answer was basically, "we thought you'd have a big shit."
Now, dear readers, let me ask of you -- if my bike has just been smacked upside the head with a GARAGE DOOR, regardless of the fact that there was no permanent damage, is it not my god-given right to have a big shit? Not a long-lasting grudge-holding kind of shit, but at least a little tiny bit of a freak-out? I'm perfectly aware that accidents do happen, and I've been guilty myself of opening car doors into other friends' cars and whatnot, but really.
I'm so furious. And, you know what? I'm not even mad about the garage door. Seriously. There's no real damage, it was an accident, whatever. I'm furious because these are people who should know better, and they've treated me like an utter infant about this situation.
So, just in case any of you are ever misfortunate enough to accidentally ding someone else's motorcycle, I provide you this handy-dandy checklist of what to do:
I feel so betrayed and hurt. I'm frustrated because I know that the people in question think I'm upset solely because of the perceived damage to the motorcycle, but that's not it at all. I'm hurt because they had so little respect for me and for my property. This is my motorcycle, and I know it inside and out, and I know how to handle problems with it. I can't even put into words how bothered I am by their audacity in assuming that they knew how to handle the situation more appropriately than I would (a scouring pad!). Add to that the deceit in not telling me, the unwillingness to let me be upset about it, the lack of apology, and then the defensive reaction that it was actually my fault.... sigh
OK, rant over. The intent here was just to vent; not to point fingers or assign blame. It was an accident; it really was no one's fault. But, damn, it was handled badly.