Hey, you — the guy or girl in Lawrence who scraped the paint off my three-week-old Honda Civic. Thanks to you, it practically has more scratches than miles. It was a beautiful blue. Now it's a Pollock. You know, I think I could understand if it was some hugantic SUV. Hell, I'd be there with you. But when you pick on the little guy, that's just wrong. Oh, and thanks for not putting your information down on my windshield. I really didn't expect anything. Except maybe an anonymous apology. But I guess a little courtesy is too much to ask for these days.