Doing The Right Thing: Is It Always Advisable?
A recent incident has left me so frazzled I feel I must warn others to be on their guard so they don’t encounter the aggravation I could have avoided. As I was getting ready to pull out of a parking space in Lakewood, New Jersey, one recent morning, I accidentally tapped the car parked behind mine.
I got out to check what if any damage I might have caused and saw that I had dented the metal grill. Not one to shirk responsibility, I promptly scribbled a note of apology with my name and cell number on a piece of paper, and secured it beneath the vehicle’s windshield wiper.
Of course I had no way of knowing whom the car belonged to (in my mind I pictured an elderly woman) but was taken aback when I received a call from its irate owner not long after arriving home. The female voice at the other end let me have it, to put it mildly. She blasted me for having the nerve to hit her car and threatened to call the cops.
You can imagine how flabbergasted I was; I could have easily just driven away but decided to do the right thing. And here I was getting yelled at for my decency. I remained composed and kept a polite tone regardless, trying to assure the woman I’d take care of the damage.
I immediately placed a call to a relative who happens to be a car mechanic, described the car and the damage, and he said he’d place an order for the part right away. In the meantime, while we were occupied with Chanukah lecht-tzinden later that night, I received a voicemail on my cell – from the police, no less!
In the end, I let all further calls from this woman go to voicemail and prevailed upon my mechanic to get in touch with her himself; he generously agreed to set up a time with her for replacing the damaged grill.
Baruch Hashem the incident is behind us now, but I am frankly rethinking my strategy. In the world we are living in today, not only may it not pay to be nice, it may get us into more trouble than it’s worth.
You are in a minority (with your niceness). I can’t count how many times over the years my car was dented or scratched while parked, and I’ve yet to discover that scribbled note identifying the guilty party. Many others, I find as I ask around, have shared the same frustrating experiences.
Another young woman I know did the same as you, when she had a sudden need to pick up an item one erev Yom Tov. The only available parking space she found was a tight one at the end of a line of a row of cars in a large parking lot.
As she maneuvered her way in, she scratched the car right next to hers. Feeling badly, she left a note with her name and number on the windshield. The car’s owner got in touch with her and said she’d be taking it in for an estimate of the repair. She called again several weeks later to claim $2000 worth of damage. The poor woman who wanted to do the right thing is a single mom who can barely sustain herself and her children.
It’s never easy to have to make a split-second decision, but if the damage is barely noticeable, it may not pay to take a chance on being taken for a ride (puns unintended). To the credit of many well-intentioned individuals, ads reading, “If it was your beige Camaro I sideswiped on [date, place] please contact me at [number]” are not uncommon in local publications.Rachel
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