The other night I took

The other night I took the girls to see Peter Pan at the
dollar theater. What a deal- five tickets and treats all for $20! It had been a
busy day and my curly hair was pulled into a big clip; I was totally au natural
and so looking forward to seeing my all time favorite children's movie. Anyway,
when pulling to the curb to park, I thought I may have drug the tail pipe
against the fender of a car behind me. After putting mine into park, I quickly
hopped out to peek at the other car. I could see that the bumper had a small
crunch, but knew that wasn't from me. It looked more like a rear-ender. Hmmm,
there were two dark marks- could've been from my rear bumper. Wasn't sure. So, I
asked this couple with their two young children if they saw me hit the car. They
looked at me with blank expressions. I thought they must have been tourists from
Canada and didn't speak the language. I wrestled with what to do. If I simply
left my name and insurance info, I could get nailed for the front bumper- which
I definitely didn't do. If I didn't try to find the owner somehow, it would
appear that I was irresponsible. So, I decided to wait until after the show.
When I went in, I asked the kids behind the counter if they knew the owner of
the little white convertible. Again, given blank stare. I was beginning to
wonder if I was the tourist. So, I went on into the show. (Terrific- must be
seen- I am a purist and this is the best film adaptation I have ever seen). When
the fun was over, I saw a very annoyed looking young lady staring at me in the
theater lobby. This was interesting. I took the girls to empty themselves of the
sodas consumed and we headed out the door. Angry young lady followed and stood
at the perfect brooding distance. I loaded the children into the van, and
sighing, reached for my insurance info. I put on a happy face and walked back. I
introduced myself and explained that I wasn't sure what had occurred, but was
glad to see her as I couldn't determine the owner of the car. She told me that a
very polite couple came in and (with a perfect British accent) told her staff
that the white van had just hit the little white innocent cute convertible. They
immediately alerted her. She had been seething during the whole movie. I
commented on how interesting that was, as I had asked a couple before going in
if they had seen anything. I also asked pimpleface who took my money if he knew
who owned the vehicle. I assured her, that unless it was by telepathic wires, I
was told nothing by anyone. She asked if I had planned on driving away. I
pointed to the crunchy bumper and said that I wasn't sure about that. She
coughed and stuttered a few mili-seconds and told me that was "a previous
occasion." I asked her to show me what new damage she could see. She pointed to
the two black marks I had seen earlier. I smiled and said that it was quite
possible that I had made those marks. I penned out the insurance info and then
asked her to sign a small note inserted that stated that the bumper damage had
occurred "on a previous occasion." She agreed to sign it. I thanked her for
patiently waiting for me and told her to call if she had any questions. Guess
who never contacted the my agent? Uh-huh. Fast forward to yesterday afternoon: E
and I are exiting The Passion. It being Sunday, I wasn't so earth mother as I
was the last time I visited the theater. I see Angry Young Woman. She politely
smiles at me. Oooh, she doesn't recognize me (fun and frightening, actually,
that I can appear so altered). I may have a bit of fun with this. I say hello
and smile. She returns a wide grin. I wrestle my fleshly desire ( and this time
win) to have her on and walk by.