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30 Of The Most Startling Windshield Notes Folks Have Ever Found, As Shared In This Online Community
If you ever saw a piece of paper left on your car, you probably know that it usually doesn’t mean anything good. Most probably it’s a ticket, because you parked somewhere you shouldn’t have or maybe it’s a note from a stranger who accidentally bumped into your car so you will have to deal with the insurance to cover the fix up.
But from time to time people find some more interesting notes on their cars wishing them a great day or confessing that they are writing down something just because there are people who are watching them so they have to pretend to not get the police called on them.
People shared the contents of notes they found on their windshields when someone on Quora asked “What was the most unexpected personal note you ever found on your windshield?” We are interested to hear if you have ever received an unordinary note or maybe you have written one yourself. Let us know about it in the comments and upvote the submissions that you found the most interesting.
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“To Whom It May Concern,
As you can see from your bumper sitting on the ground, I backed up too fast.
I’m leaving you this note because there are witnesses and I am pretending to write down my insurance and contact info. Problem is, I have no insurance—Sucka!”
There was another note.
“I witnessed a kid in a truck hit your car. I wrote down his license plate number. My name and number is [edited for privacy].”
The judge was not amused.
More along the lines of a coded message than a note.
My first wife and I were teens when we got married. Before we divorced, I caught her cheating with a “friend”. Later on, I met a goddess of a woman. She worked at the same hospital as I. God, she was gorgeous! I got up the courage to talk to her one night at work. It was a thrill just to hear her speak. We talked about favorite things, just making conversation.
The subject went to favorite drinks. I confided that I liked Miller Lite beer and she preferred Coors. I received an emergency call and our conversation ended there.
“Miller Lite? I’ll remember that,” she called out behind me.
I didn’t see her for several days after that, but never stopped thinking of her. She worked opposite shifts and days from me for several weeks. I thought she had forgotten all about me by now, especially a beautiful girl like her. She surely had her choice of anyone! I was down in the dumps, broken-hearted, disillusioned, and devastated.
Then…
One morning as I was going to my car, a sweet 1974 Grand Torino, and there it was! Proof that she had not forgotten me. Sitting on the middle of my car hood was a bottle of Miller Lite! And I was right! It was from her.
I married that woman 35+ years ago, we’ve had 7 children together, and we’re together still. She is still the most beautiful, kind, smart, and thoughtful person I have ever met.
Now, “It’s Miller time!”
I was early in my pregnancy and parked in one of those “expectant mother” parking spots. Granted I was fat at the time, wearing frumpy clothes and had zero makeup on and my hair was a sloppy bun and god do I love my flip flops…Besides the point. Anyways, I come out to my car and someone had written me a note saying: ”you’re too fat and ugly for anyone to ever want to f**k you. Leave the expectant mother spots for the real expectant mothers.” The real kicker? The guy who wrote the note was dumb enough to use company letterhead, I took the note to the company and told them that I was going to make sure that every news station and paper was going to see that letter. (I do get that it could have been written by someone not associated with that company, but where would they have gotten company letterhead paper?) I was floored! The manager went straight to the store I’d been shopping at to review the security footage, the man was fired right in front of me; I did feel a little bad, he had a pregnant wife but his boss said that he could not in good conscience employ someone stupid enough to do something like that on company letterhead. I still have that letter and am still fat
The note was simple:
“You seem to be getting me in trouble. I figure we should meet. Jack”
His phone number was also appended.
How could I not call someone who left a note like this? So, I rang him up. Jack wasn’t in, but I talked to his wife, who seemed to be very nice. I told her about the note, which made her laugh, and left my name and number.
Later that day, I got my call back from Jack. He said that he’d like to meet for coffee, and named a place that I frequented. I agreed to see him there the next morning.
When I arrived, I was deeply surprised to find a 1963 Porsche 356B Carrera II, in Heron Grey, with a red leather interior, and a VDM wood steering wheel. What made that surprising? I was driving nearly exactly the identical vehicle. The only visible difference - even to a trained eye - was the license plates. His said “2000GS,” and mine said “4CAM” (note that there were only 247 Carrera II’s of any type made; two of which were identical, in the same smallish town - highly improbable).
So, naturally, I parked alongside his car, and went in.
Jack had a good twenty five years on me, but he was very friendly and active. We talked about our cars, our shared passion for the marque, and for the Fuhrmann four-cam engines in particular. I’d had mine for about two years. He bought his new, in Germany nearly 40 years earlier.
We talked about cars for a good hour and a half before I thought to mention the note. What was up with the “getting him in trouble” part?
It turned out that I had a dear friend who worked at a couple of adult entertainment establishments. And that from time to time, I’d wind up taking her to work, or picking her up, and would be parked outside the club.
And, it turned out that on at least some of those occasions, I’d been in my Carrera II, and on at least some of those occasions, some of his wife’s friends had noticed the car, and “ratted him out.”
Except, it wasn’t him.
After a good laugh, we drove back to his house, where I got to see his workshop (he did insanely accurate recreations of the VDM wooden steering wheels, among other things) and took the opportunity to set things right with his wife.
I offered to have my friend bake cookies and deliver them as a peace offering. His wife laughed and declined.
We remained friends for several years, even after I sold my car in Monterey.
It was my birthday; had not heard from my daughter or her children. I had only been widowed for a few years. I was feeling lonely & forgotten. So I went for a walk @ a beautiful outdoor mall as a distraction from feeling sorry for myself. When I returned to my car, I noticed a small card placed under the wiper. Not addressed. I opened it up, the message was written in cursive by a young hand. It said, “You are beautiful.” No signature. I looked around for a person who may have left the note. No one was around. It's been 3 years, I still have the note.
I had two bumper stickers on the bumper of I car I used to own. One said, "Don't steal. The Government hates competition." The second one said, "Politicians are like diapers. They need to be changed often and for the same reason." I was at the mall one day and after I left and walked to my car, I saw a piece of paper under the left windshield wiper. At first I thought that I got a ticket though I wouldn't know why but, when I opened the paper it said, "Congratulations. I love your bumper stickers."
#Not just 1 note, but 2!
The first one read - Sorry, a car came at me from the other way, and I bumped into the rear of your car. My details are ….
The second one read - I’m sorry too. I saw my friend had hit your car, so I reversed back to see if she was all right, and bumped into the front of your car. My details are….
The insurance company had a right laugh, as they normally don’t get too many notes.
I live (and park) on the Isle of Wight - things are a little more courteous around here.
I inherited my dad’s resting grump face so people often think I’m in a bad mood when I’m simply being pensive. One nice day I stopped at a park to take a walk. I noticed a young couple in the car parked next to mine but didn’t pay much attention to them. For some reason the girl must have thought I looked troubled and found it in her heart to reach out sand do something about it.
It was not on my window. I had a pickup truck with a camper shell some one had left a note on the window on the shell.
I read the note” There is a rattle snake underneath your truck on the drivers side.
So I open the passenger door crawl over and drove off. They never left a number but I thank them for looking out for me.
If it were me I wouldn't even check for the snake, just burn that truck down and watch from five miles away.
I could not believe it when it happened. I went to the post office to pick up a package. I have multiple myeloma which causes bone pain and easily break a bone and causes shortness of breath. I have a handicap placard. I go in and happen to see something yellow on my windshield. I thought it was a ticket. I leave the post office and look what’s on the windshield and it’s a note claiming I’m not disabled. Bull! I may not be in a wheelchair but it does cause disabling bone pain. I went back to the post office manager telling him to look at his cameras and I reported it to the police department as perhaps having been stalked.
In University (EDITED thought collage meant that) I had a friend that used a wheelchair but could stand and walk short distances. (I didn't ask why, I thought that would be rude) But at the University (EDITED from Collage) bar when he couldn't get up there with his chair, he sometimes walked from his wheelchair a few steps to the bar and God damn how much s**t he got for that almost everytime. And all the people that complained during classes and crowded hallways that he was "in their way" and "we know you can walk". They should all be ashamed but they weren't, not even a little bit. It boggles my mind.
I Intended to answer this question and, lo and behold, that very note dropped out from an old folder today!
I had moved to the Wedding Bezirk of Berlin a few months earlier with my beloved Twingo, I still had my Italian license on it.
One morning I get to it and find this note in Italian:
Foreword: I don’t usually leave this kind of messages but we have the same car, exactly in the same color…But mine is Spanishing :)
Therefore I’d be curious to know who drives this Turinese one ;-)
If you’d like a chat -> (phone number and facebook profile)
We got in contact afterwards and she was a girl from Milan who had lived for some time in Spain and had recently moved to Berlin, went out as friends several times afterwards and I actually rented my flat to her parents when they visited Berlin.
Also, she had managed to get touch-up paint for the Twingo, so we set up a painting date for our cars!
Eventually she moved back to Spain but we still keep in touch occasionally.
I parked in a blue handicap parking space with my placard dangling from the mirror, and returned to my car to find a scrawled note under the wiper that read, 'your to young to be handicapped in a car like that and the police have been called'. I wish the cop would've showed up, so I could show him my paperwork and sneer at whoever thought young age makes you healthy. I had a stroke at a young age and drive a high performance car that I bought prior to health issues
I once saw an open topped sports car parked in a handicapped space. I was mentally criticizing the driver for it, when a man with a buff upper body but no legs came out of the gym, wheeled himself to the car, hoisted himself into it and then reached over, folded up his wheelchair, lifted it into the car and drove off. I then mentally apologized.
As long as they have the placard or plates, why do you care? Why did you make it your business to begin with? They don't give handicap placards/plates like lollipops after a shot. You have to have your doctor approve it. It is none of your business who drives any type of car. As long as the plates/placard are there, that's all you need to know. These assumptions and people minding everyone's business are really annoying. Disabled people have enough every day challenges without people minding where they park their car and judging them for the car they drive.
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Plus, the person you see getting in and out of the car at the moment might not be disabled. They might be driving someone who is. I cared for an elderly, disabled relative with a placard who could not drive herself. I'd drop her off and pick her up at the doctor, the salon, etc. I got glares and comments multiple times from people who saw me without her.
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Ugh, I hate when people do this. My whole life I've constantly been told "you're too young to be tired". After 20 years of suffering, I was recently diagnosed with narcolepsy! Not all disabilities are visible or mean missing limbs!
I GOT THAT TOO. I have narcolepsy AND insomnia (somehow???? lol) but even my own family would c**p on me and tell me I was “too young” to be tired… and then after my sleep study (7 years ago when I was 33), “you’re too young to have sleep problems”… ooookay. XD So I feel ya! Hang in there and I hope you can get some helpful treatment! :D
Load More Replies... I was 18 when my dad suffered a catastrophic brain injury in an accident. Feeding tube, diapers, near-vegetative state, the whole nine yards. We got a placard for our VW Touareg because we took him to SO MANY doc appts/therapies/etc. I am a relatively healthy-looking female in general, and back then, I was thin. I always got the stinkeye when I parked in the handicapped spots when taking him to appts… until I whisked out his wheelchair and physically belt-transferred him into it. Then I’d give them the stinkeye right back. I doubt I did anything more than momentarily shaming some d-bags, but the return stinkeye made ME feel better, at least. Since then (I’m 40 now) I’ve had a few pinpoint strokes that have handicapped me somewhat, but I’m sure I’d still get the stinkeye.
Why can't people save that ire for those who do not have a disabled sticker?
Right? If they have the sticker, they can park. Doesn't matter if their disability meets the standards of a local Karen.
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I get this all the time. Had a mobility issues since I was 12, became full on when I was 22. I've even had retired people scream at me for being in disabled spots. The problem is, in the UK so many drs just sign off for pension age people to get a blue badge, despite them being healthy
Yeah old people have serious issues with young people using handicap parking in the states too. So ridiculous, age does not indicate ability.
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I guess these people think people "grow" into their handicaps. If they gave out medals for jackassery these people may as well have their names carved onto the podium.
I had a colleague at work who would use his mother's to drive around and park there all the time. We all knew because he boasted about it. When called out he said he drove his mother around so why not use it when he's alone?
Because at least in California, the permit is only valid if the disabled individual it was specifically issued to is along on that trip. When my husband had a temporary disabled parking permit a few years ago (broken leg, he's fine now), the permit lived in the car, but it was only legal for me to use it if he was with me on that trip, not for my commute to work or any errands on the way home (for example). I'm sure you know your co-worker is a jerk.
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No one’s handicap placard should ever be questioned. Some disabilities or illnesses are invisible. My 4yo son has CP and uses a walker or wheelchair depending on where we are. Can’t tell you how many dirty looks I get pulling into handicap spots even after I put up the placard. Once I pull out his mobility device they usually get over it. People are so dumb.
I hope that the note writer knows what they say about making assumptions....
Ugh. I get this. I’m young, and don’t usually look ill, so I get a lot of garbage from people like this. I walk with a cane now (and sometimes use a wheelchair), which has ended the windshield notes, but people always ask, “How did you hurt yourself?” I have to close my eyes, take a deep breath, remind myself that I don’t *look* like my immune system is eating me alive, and then explain. I do still get nasty looks from seniors when I park in a handicapped spot, though.
Ugly people are everywhere. Since I was 15 I have typ 1 diabetic. Back then in the 80’th the care was not at all as today and as a teen I was not at all as today. I went in and out of intensive care monthly at worst. At one time (I was maybe 19) I had been at the intensive care ward for 2 weeks because I had had so high blood sugar that the doctors had fought for my life. Remember I had tubes everywhere. Anyways, after I had to spend a couple of more weeks in recovery at another ward. The second day there I sat in the “open-for-all-room” the one with a tv, a can of coffee and some crackers, newspapers and magazines, you can meet up with visitors… An elderly man sat a bit away from me and just stared at me up and down over and over and it was really unpleasant, but I kept reading and tried to ignore. Then suddenly he got up to me and said a bit aggressively “Why are you taking up a care place when you don’t seem to need it?” Yeah, well…
Do people think the government just hands out handicap placards to whoever asks? Of course not! You have to prove you require one. I know, as I am eligible to have one. I haven't applied, because I'm still able to walk a moderate distance, and others need those spaces more than I do.
A long time ago I saw someone pull into a handicapped spot. A very attractive woman got out. I called her on it. She batted her eyelashes at me and said, " Oh, do you want me to move?" I replied it was for _physically_ handicapped people. She got very huffy, slammed the car and stormed off. Damn, that still feels good.
I was heading to a store feeling rather sad as my boyfriend and I had broken up that week. I went inside, did some shopping, and came out to find flowers plus a note on my car. The note was from a complete stranger and it honestly made me so happy. Whoever put that on my car, here's a big *thank you*!
My mother parked in a rush, late for work.
Hours later when she returned to her car, she realized she’d double-parked.
A note fluttered under her wiper blade.
It read:
Dear random citizen.
It is my duty to inform you that your douche canoe is rudely parked.
In the future, please spare a thought for your fellow humans.
From that day forward we all referred to her Subaru as ‘the douche canoe’.
St. Paul Mn circa 2009 meter parking Saint Paul hotel area
the hand written note on a Hardee’s napkin said
The meter reader was 2 cars away and I noticed your meter was flagged I tossed a buck in so if you appreciate it try to carry it forward.
lenny
I did and I do!
Went to visit some church down the street for the first time. It was okay. Came out to find this note randomly tucked on my windshield. I assume they meant it for someone else, because no one there knew me at all, and it doesn’t really make sense applied to me. Still, it hurt. At least it made giving up on church easy.
Not on my windshield . . .
My first car purchased when I was 16 was a 9-year-old Ford Pinto. I was so proud! I was one of the few kids in my high school with her own car. Suddenly I had a lot of friends, and it took some time to learn that lesson, but that’s a story for another day. I spent a couple paychecks and got a cheap paint job: bubblegum pink! It looked like a giant Easter egg! I loved that car!
I took it with me to university, where of course it was parked a mile away from the dorms in a gravel student parking lot. I made a point of visiting it every Saturday, even if I wasn’t driving somewhere, just to fire it up and keep the battery happy. Sitting unmoved in a gravel lot for weeks at a time, my pink paint job got awfully dusty.
Someone used his finger to draw in the dust on the windows: “Who said you have any taste?”
It was the first negative comment I’d ever had on my pink car.
Since then, I’ve owned a pink Camaro, a pink Firebird, and a pink Corvette, and I got discounts at my auto paint shop.
My favourite colour is yellow and I had wanted a yellow car for ages, but was always too practical to actually buy based on colour. Well last time I had to buy a car, the best bang for our buck in our price range in terms of gas mileage, safety, etc was actually a beautiful goldenrod yellow. I bought that car years ago and it STILL makes me happy every time I see it. I hate pink, but who cares? Buy the car that makes YOU happy. :D
It happened to my wife in 2006. When she came back to her brand new 2006 Nissan Altima there was a note on her windscreen. In the note the lady said her shopping cart dented my wife’s new car. She left her name n phone number saying she was paying for the repairs. I took the car to a major body work n the repair was about 1300 dollars . I called her n she was a bit shock by the price ( I was shocked too of the quotation) I said I will look around for a cheaper quotation. I managed to find a cheaper quotation from a family owned body shop. She went to pay n all was good. I think it was an unexpected note. A lot of people would just walk away from the scene. That is also the reason I look for a cheaper quotation from another company as she is a Wonderful honest person.
I also slightly damaged someone's car and left a note with my info. She was shocked when I actually paid for the damages. I like to think we're not all assholes walking around this planet.
Hello there,
“I parked beside your car and when I returned after shopping and noticed your license plate right beside mine. I wish I’d had a camera to preserve the moment, but I didn’t.”
I’ve always felt bad that the other driver didn’t have a chance to take that photo. My license plate was REDHED. Hers was FRECKLES.
I was in a hurry and ran out the door. Then ran back in to give hubby his valentines gift and a kiss goodbye. I ran back outside to find my vehicle plastered in sticky notes with each of them having a personal message from my hubby. Best Valentine’s Day ever. Kept them around my inside of my vehicle for years afterwards. My mechanic saw them and asked about them and decided to do just the same thing for his wife the following year.
Back in the 80’s, I worked in a 5 story office building. One day, as I was leaving, I found a note ony windshield. Of course, I opened and read the note while still standing at the door of my car.
It was actually quite sweet for that time. There were no cell phones, creepers were not as rampant as they are now. It was from a man who worked on the 3rd floor ~ I worked in the 2nd, different company. He was an architect. I worked in insurance.
He said that he had noticed me for awhile, coming & going from work and could not figure out how best to ask me on a date. He gave me his work number, asking if I would call him. If I liked that idea, then we could meet for lunch outside, in front of the office ~ we could brown bag lunch on the front steps.
That always struck me as such a thoughtful & sweet gesture. We did have that lunch ~ then went to the movies that weekend. We saw, “Back to the Future". We dated for a while and he was a very nice, polite man in his mid 20-s, like me. We were different enough, though, that we both moved on after a few months, no hard feelings on either side.
I always wish him well when I think back on him and that time. Nobody could get away with trying such a daring act like that today. Knowing what I know now, and the years gone by, I doubt I would have ever made that call. I am glad that I did.
It was a note so tiny under the wiper, I nearly missed it. The note said, “Please park in your own road.”
I live in a parking-stressed area near a town center. I buy an annual permit which allows me to park within marked bays anywhere in a particular district. It can sometimes feel a bit irritating having to park two streets away from home, especially if the rain is lashing down, but that’s how it is sometimes. Of course I would park in the road where I live had I the choice, but sometimes I haven’t. In my particular road there are lots of flats, meaning there is insufficient road frontage for everyone’s cars. However, it appears that an effing twat in a neighboring road requires reserved parking. What a wanker. I have narrowed it down to three houses.
If I were to win the lottery, I would pay people to park outside his house. Indeed, I might even buy several old cars, obtain permits for them, and leave them there semi-permanently.
“Please park in your own road” - as if I’ve gone out of my way to NOT park in the road where I live. I’ve asked around and others have received similar notes when parking in the same small close.
I can’t think of any found on mine, but I did put one on the car at Walmart. My note read: Do NOT start your car. There is a cat trapped under your hood. If you listen, you can hear it crying. IF you are uncertain what to do, please call for help.
I also put the same note on the door handle in case they missed the windshield note.
I waited for quite a while, but I gave up and went home. I hope someone found the kitty. I couldn’t stay. I did alert the people in the store with the car description and license plate number, too.
One time, when I was working at Payless, a couple came into the store to let us know the car parked right in front was meowing. Luckily, it was my coworker's car. We went out, she popped the hood, and I carefully extracted a greasy, gray tabby kitten who proceeded to shred my hand as I carried it to an empty box in the back room.
I LOVE YOU
Many notes on my windshield were unexpected. My sister woke up early for one of my birthdays and this was my surprise. She left me many notes on my windshield.
I love her!
I was parking in Greenwich Village in New York a few years back and accidentally bumped and left a scratch on a brand new car, which was a tiny bit over the marked parking space. When the owner didn’t return in 15 minutes, I left a note on the windshield (which a bystander who saw the whole thing read immediately upon my leaving) and went about my business. when I got back to the car a new note by the owner of the car I damaged had been placed on my windshield. This is what it said:
“No problem,Thank you.”
That was it. I never heard from the owner of that car again.
I was 9 1/2 months pregnant and I had just left a restaurant. I backed into a truck denting their Veteran License Plate. I felt so bad, I left a note apologizing and asked them to contact me and I would pay for replacement. The person texted me a couple of days later and I immediately asked how much do I owe you. They said don’t worry about it and the fact that I left a note was payment enough. I hadn’t mentioned I was pregnant but I was super grateful, and I could buy things for my baby instead.
Several years ago, I found this note on my car. Are you thinking I had a very fancy car? BMW? Mercedes? Classic collector car like Mustang or Beetle from the 1960s?
Nope.
A 1996 Toyota Corolla that I had purchased for about $600. Yes, hundred. This is not a typing error. I never called them because I thought it was weird.
“I'll give you $500.00 if you let me use your car Friday night."
I came out of a convenience store in late 2005 and this note was stuck to my triple black 2003 Dodge Viper that I was driving at the time. It was spring and prom season was just around the corner in my hometown so I assumed it was a young man inquiring to use it for that reason. I never called the number to see though. I still have the note as a keepsake to remind me of the attention that old car got back in the day.
Went to a female owned barbershop. Came back out after getting a haircut and I had a note on my car. From what seemed like a woman in the shop giving me a compliment and asking me out. But she forgot to add her number or name. When I went in to ask I think it was to public and no one wanted to fess up. So I just said to who ever was that left it thank you and I appreciate it.
Mm not to sure, women are actually capable of giving genuine compliments without expecting or wanting anything out of it
I randomly found this on the windshield of my car after I came out of a Uhaul office.
I had just moved to Austin and was dropping off my trailer. It was really unexpected.
Welcome to Texas!
I don't wanna be negative, but seems like your stalker followed you to Austin...
One night, after leaving a nightclub many years ago, I found a note on my windshield. The note had a phone number on it, and a question mark. When I got home, I pondered calling the number but it was late, and I waited until the next day. It seems I had an admirer who didn’t want to make his interest, public. I had been with a group of people, so if he’d approached me, anything he said would have been heard by everyone nearby (you had to shout to be heard in the club). When I called the number the next evening, that started a relationship that lasted for quite a while.
Yes, as I found out later, a beautiful woman left her phone number on my Audi's windshield many years ago along with a little poem. It went like this…
Do you or don't you?
Will you or won't you?
If you will, when?
If you won't, why?
I thought that was very apropos at the time and I dated her for awhile! Her name, as I recollect was Susan of my city.
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I got a note on my car 4 years ago. I was parked in the front row at my apartment and hadn't moved my car in over a week. The note said I was an ignorant b*tch for parking there when they needed the spot because they had a sick kid. No assigned parking either. I figured out who put it there and informed them that I was on bed rest after almost dying from a miscarriage and that my mom had just passed so I couldn't care less about their kid or their problems. I even threatened to call the cops on them for doing drugs (saw it) around their kid. I lost it on them pretty badly. They came by the next morning and we all apologized and made friends. About a year after that I got a note on my car in a shopping center from a guy and he wanted me to know he'd rubbed his nuts on my door handle. That was interesting.
I saw someone drive into a carpark, hit someone else's parked car, and then just walk off after looking at the damage. I wrote down their license number and slipped it under the windscreen wiper of the damaged car. Then about five minutes later the driver returned with the car's owner to show them what had happened, apologies, etc. The moment they had left, I got rid of the note!
My ex wife hit another car while parking in our communal car parks she came into the house in hysterics and a fight ensued because she did not want to leave a note. I went out and left a note anyhow as it is the right thing to do and it turned out that the guy who’s car she hit was a panel beater and was just so grateful we left a note that he didn’t ask for anything.
I worked at a restaurant at a local mall and I got out late. One day I was leaving and a van started following me, I was running to my car and then they took off. I turned around and saw a cop car pulling in. I jumped in my car and raced home. When I got home I called my work (left cellphone) and told them what happened. They told me I could have security drop me off at my car from then on. After my shift the security guards would pick my up— take to my car. Nice guys. Then I started getting notes on my car. Like hope you have a good day. ..Smiley faces.. Hello. Thinking of you.. I was a little weirded out. I showed one of my coworkers and she was freaked out (there were so many). I had no idea who was leaving them. Then one a day a security guard (late 60s) who picked me up once, asked me if I had gotten his notes. I felt a chill up my spine. I was in his security car and thinking crud this isn’t good. I smiled and said thank you. Quit a few days later.
Years ago I got my first personalized plates. As a dual citizen, I wanted it to say CANUKEH. The license place said it was dirty and wouldn't accept it. (They thought it was referring to the C word) So I changed it to KNUK EH. One day I found a long note ripping me to shreds. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was basically telling me how stupid I was and I know nothing about Canada and I can't even spell, etc. (And Canadians are supposed to be "nice".) It really ruined my day and I still think about it 30 years later. That was the first time a total stranger totally attacked me for no reason. The internet has since cured me of this.
There are miserable, bad, whatever people in every country.
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My parent was a teacher - two teachers at the same school had the same car (model and colour). The other teacher was having an affair and my parent would randomly get pretty steamy notes left under her wiper. She'd read them, then go and put it on the correct car. Amazed they resisted the urge to correct the spelling/grammar...
Not a note, but once somebody ran the red light and almost hit me and my mom who were on the crosswalk. They later drove up to us and apologized. The car was inches from our faces.
I had someone leave me a note saying I was a giant douche for taking up what seemed like 1.5 parking spots of a parallel spot on a side street. In reality there was a large truck parked in front of me when I arrived and left at some point leaving a larger then normal parking spot. Sorry I was working and was parked there my entire shift for like 12+ hrs, I didn’t intentionally park further back to make sure no one else can. Maybe dont assume?
My husband doesn't take care of his car and, last fall, he shoved some leaves off of his windshield to find a tiny folded Post-It note under the wiper. It had clearly gotten wet and dried and he had no idea how long it had been there, but it mentioned something about damage to his passenger side. Sure enough, there was damage on the passenger side of his car, but he had no idea how long it had been or where it had happened and the number on the note was illegible from weathering so we couldn't even call to find out (the damage was minor and he treats his car like trash anyway, so we weren't worried about compensation for this one).
Someone left me a note once at the mall calling me a douche for not being able to park better. The reason they were upset was because the person on the left (the note writer was on my right) was hugging the right side line so I had to hug the right side line of my spot and it made it tight getting in and out of the vehicles. I was really wishing they were still there so I could have laughed in their face, crumpled the note and drove off.
I got a note on my car 4 years ago. I was parked in the front row at my apartment and hadn't moved my car in over a week. The note said I was an ignorant b*tch for parking there when they needed the spot because they had a sick kid. No assigned parking either. I figured out who put it there and informed them that I was on bed rest after almost dying from a miscarriage and that my mom had just passed so I couldn't care less about their kid or their problems. I even threatened to call the cops on them for doing drugs (saw it) around their kid. I lost it on them pretty badly. They came by the next morning and we all apologized and made friends. About a year after that I got a note on my car in a shopping center from a guy and he wanted me to know he'd rubbed his nuts on my door handle. That was interesting.
I saw someone drive into a carpark, hit someone else's parked car, and then just walk off after looking at the damage. I wrote down their license number and slipped it under the windscreen wiper of the damaged car. Then about five minutes later the driver returned with the car's owner to show them what had happened, apologies, etc. The moment they had left, I got rid of the note!
My ex wife hit another car while parking in our communal car parks she came into the house in hysterics and a fight ensued because she did not want to leave a note. I went out and left a note anyhow as it is the right thing to do and it turned out that the guy who’s car she hit was a panel beater and was just so grateful we left a note that he didn’t ask for anything.
I worked at a restaurant at a local mall and I got out late. One day I was leaving and a van started following me, I was running to my car and then they took off. I turned around and saw a cop car pulling in. I jumped in my car and raced home. When I got home I called my work (left cellphone) and told them what happened. They told me I could have security drop me off at my car from then on. After my shift the security guards would pick my up— take to my car. Nice guys. Then I started getting notes on my car. Like hope you have a good day. ..Smiley faces.. Hello. Thinking of you.. I was a little weirded out. I showed one of my coworkers and she was freaked out (there were so many). I had no idea who was leaving them. Then one a day a security guard (late 60s) who picked me up once, asked me if I had gotten his notes. I felt a chill up my spine. I was in his security car and thinking crud this isn’t good. I smiled and said thank you. Quit a few days later.
Years ago I got my first personalized plates. As a dual citizen, I wanted it to say CANUKEH. The license place said it was dirty and wouldn't accept it. (They thought it was referring to the C word) So I changed it to KNUK EH. One day I found a long note ripping me to shreds. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was basically telling me how stupid I was and I know nothing about Canada and I can't even spell, etc. (And Canadians are supposed to be "nice".) It really ruined my day and I still think about it 30 years later. That was the first time a total stranger totally attacked me for no reason. The internet has since cured me of this.
There are miserable, bad, whatever people in every country.
Load More Replies... My parent was a teacher - two teachers at the same school had the same car (model and colour). The other teacher was having an affair and my parent would randomly get pretty steamy notes left under her wiper. She'd read them, then go and put it on the correct car. Amazed they resisted the urge to correct the spelling/grammar...
Not a note, but once somebody ran the red light and almost hit me and my mom who were on the crosswalk. They later drove up to us and apologized. The car was inches from our faces.
I had someone leave me a note saying I was a giant douche for taking up what seemed like 1.5 parking spots of a parallel spot on a side street. In reality there was a large truck parked in front of me when I arrived and left at some point leaving a larger then normal parking spot. Sorry I was working and was parked there my entire shift for like 12+ hrs, I didn’t intentionally park further back to make sure no one else can. Maybe dont assume?
My husband doesn't take care of his car and, last fall, he shoved some leaves off of his windshield to find a tiny folded Post-It note under the wiper. It had clearly gotten wet and dried and he had no idea how long it had been there, but it mentioned something about damage to his passenger side. Sure enough, there was damage on the passenger side of his car, but he had no idea how long it had been or where it had happened and the number on the note was illegible from weathering so we couldn't even call to find out (the damage was minor and he treats his car like trash anyway, so we weren't worried about compensation for this one).
Someone left me a note once at the mall calling me a douche for not being able to park better. The reason they were upset was because the person on the left (the note writer was on my right) was hugging the right side line so I had to hug the right side line of my spot and it made it tight getting in and out of the vehicles. I was really wishing they were still there so I could have laughed in their face, crumpled the note and drove off.
