Once we were playing catch in the park, and some cars were parked nearby. One of the owners of those cars came up to me and he was annoyed with us. He told me not to throw the ball near his car, in case the ball hit it. He was a bit of a jerk, but no big deal. So we moved away a little bit.

But soon we start lobbing the ball further and further, and as luck would have it, one stray throw hits this guy's car right on the windshield! There were many cars parked and our ball just so happens to hit his one. Lucky or unlucky?!

The windshield didn't break and nothing was damaged, but gosh was the car owner angry by this point. He takes me over to his car and he shows me the damage I did to his car.

Guess what he said? "You dented my windshield!" he said. Me being young, I didn't know what to think.

My dad comes over at this point. He tells my dad, "Your son broke my windshield! You must pay for the repairs!" He points to a mark on the glass where apparently the ball hit it. My dad goes over and has a look. He gives it a rub. The mark doesn't come off. My Dad asks to have a look inside the car. Jerk car owner opens the door. Dad gets in, has a look at the mark, and then rubs the mark out from the inside. It was a smudge on the windshield. My dad laughs at him, asks me to please go play somewhere else, and walks away.

We never hear from jerk car owner ever again.

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