After a recent night of drinking with friends Brad and Suzanne we ended up at a local diner to end the evening with some food. As we sat outdoors eating we happened to witness a guy backing up his truck along the street to maneuver out of his parking spot. Unfortunately, he happened to back up a little bit too far and ended up hitting the car behind it. Since everyone that was eating outdoors saw and heard what happened, the driver felt obligated to at least get out of his truck and do an obligatory surveillance of the potential damage. After that he simply drove off.
Well on any typical night I might have just minded my own business and not thought much about doing anything, but the good angel inside me on that given night (aka Ketel tonic) told me that inaction in the face of injustice would be like pouring salt on the wounds of the person whose car just got dinged. So I had to act bravely and quickly. I immediately pulled a napkin from the dispenser, requested a pen from the aspiring actress who was my server, and drafted up the following note (with the help of Brad and Suzanne’s detail-oriented account of what, when, and who) that I then left on the victim’s car windshield (thanks to Brad for taking the picture):
While walking out of the diner, we eventually realized that Yanni was not an alto sax player (Suzanne had actually confused him with Kenny G). Oh well, but the victim should at least get a good feel for how the guy looked like at the very least. And knowing is half the battle…
I’m not sure, but I think perhaps Brad, Suzanne, and I can make a secondary career out of this. All it takes is for us to get together more often for drinks and pay attention to small, petty crimes that happen all around us at any given moment. We are the Watchmen, serving any good community that has decent bars and late-night diners.