67. Too Cool For This Crap
My family was out to dinner at our neighborhood restaurant and a waitress came over and told us someone had run into our car. My dad ran out of the restaurant to find Myron Goldfinger, a supposedly famous architect, staggering drunkenly out of his vehicle, having smashed it into our Jeep.
My dad went up to him and said, “You just crashed into our Jeep, I need your name and number to pay for the damage.” The guy looked at him and said, “Don’t you know who I am?!” and started to stagger away.
My dad said, “Excuse me, I think you’ve mistaken ME for someone who gives a damn. You crashed into my car.” The guy said, “We’re staying at the hotel down the street. You can ask the front desk for some money tomorrow.“