The story begins with a visit to my hairstylist. I pulled into a lot with spaces that were somewhat narrow. Plus there wasn’t a lot of room to make the necessary wide turn. I noticed it because it took me several maneuvers to turn in and then straighten out without touching an adjacent car. I even thought about parking elsewhere. But I didn’t.
When I got to my car to leave, I saw this note under my windshield:
It was signed with the driver’s name and phone number. I jumped out and looked to see what happened.
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