The parking lot of humanity

I recently witnessed an unusual event. With an acquaintance, he steps from the cafe to the parking lot where we say goodbye and refer to each of his vehicle. The routine operation of unlocking vehicles is interrupted by the salva of the curses of known origin, those that decent people only keep for extraordinary chauffeuring opportunities. It immediately becomes clear to me that the acquaintance’s car was the victim of a parking kiss. The last bumper was looking at a nasty scratch, which was nothing special, but with the fact that Slovenes like to spend the bad two years for mid -range transportation, certainly something that you cannot completely indifferent. The man curses all the deities of the chauffeur’s pantheon, and he regrets the lightheadedness and scopst of the lightheadingness and scopst of him to take the insurance policy that does not cover it. With eyes escape for possible witnesses, after pillars of contact for supervisory cameras. It is fully torn rhetorically where a police officer or at least a security guard is, someone in uniform in short, someone who has a mandate to impose some order in chaos parking lots and life. At the same time, all mistrust in man and human at the same time, ugly words that we will not write down in a decent newspaper, but you can imagine that it was not nice.