I thought one of the kids
At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. A man, probably in his late fifties to early sixties, was parked VERY close to my husband's truck. The man, grayed and wearing glasses, quickly emerged from his silver minivan and inspected our Honda.
"MOTHER F'ER!!" I shouted as I watched him look around from left to right and then over both shoulders.
"He's going to bolt!!" I thought, as I realized what was transpiring right before my eyes. I began banging on the window to get his attention. I wanted him to know that I was witness to his actions.
He didn't hear me and he jumped into his car.
"OH NO HE DIIN'T!!!"
I ran down the stairs and out the front door. My neighbor from across the street was already on foot and was sprinting down the middle of the road yelling for the man to stop.
Too late. He was gone.
I looked at the side of the truck. It was scratched and dented down the driver's side. It had been hit with enough force to push the back end into the curb.
I was LIVID!! Bastard was probably drunk. I was thankful my children weren't playing outside. Upon thinking this, I became even more enraged.
So listen here MR., I know I've seen you before. I know you either live in town or are close by. I know what you look like, what type of car you drive and it's color. I also know that your license plate begins MS. You must have damage on the driver's side of your minivan, just so you know, we've contacted all of the local auto body shops. They too will be looking for you.
We WILL find you. You had just better hope my husband sees you first.