Crazy man at Costco

I spent my lunch break today at Costco and upon arriving back at my car observed a middle-aged man noticing that someone else's car door had left a serious ding and paint streak in his nice car. The problem began with his first reaction which wasn't the healthy rage appropriate to such occasions. Luckily, there was some amount of shock or I'd have quickly checked him into the nearby clinic. He made a surprised face as he fingered the dent. But then even the shock seemed to die away as he began loading his goods into the car like some happy turtle who's shell had been attacked by a nat. He never even looked around for the culprit! If I'd heard him begin to whistle I don't think I would have been more surprised.

From all appearances, he was thinking only of the pleasant drive back to his cloud when the young woman from the car parked behind his slowly approached and confessed that the damage was her doing. She wanted to give him her contact and insurance information so that he could hold her financially responsible for the damage. That's reasonable! But when after listening quietly to her frantic apology, he opened his mouth, I heard him tell her that he wasn't interested in her information and that she wasn't to worry about it! She went on - surely thinking that she'd mis-heard. He listened again to her protests that the dent was significant and then repeated his position of forgiveness!

The poor lady was now in tears. I could imagine how frustrated she must have been because I was ready to go talk some sense into him myself. How could anyone in their right mind just drive away from that. But that's just what he did. After dismissing the lady with a kindness I could feel more than hear from my distant vantage point, he finished loading up his car and drove off with his peace trailing and lingering like the dust of a quiet country road.

I think I still have some of it on me. Crazy, peculiar man!