A good friend of mine has had a string of REALLY bad luck lately.

A few weeks ago, he was driving through his parking lot at work when a
young co-worker backed out of a parking space into his car. The
teenaged boy at first attempted to deny any responsibility for the
collision, but ultimately he was found at fault and his insurance paid
for the repairs to my friend's car.

A week or two after the car was repaired, he was hit AGAIN, this time
by a 16-year-old girl in an SUV. They were both stopped at a red
light; he was in the lane immediately in front of her, with another
car in front of him. When the light turned green, this little twat hit
the gas and rammed into the back of my friend's car. In his rear-view
mirror, he saw that she was on her cell phone. At first, she denied
responsibility, attempting to claim that my friend had put his car
into reverse and backed up into her! Of course, she was found to be
100% at fault, and her insuarnce paid for a second set of repairs to
his car (he just got it back yesterday).

Then on Tuesday, my friend's wife was driving her minivan near Costco
when some old geezer, who was leaving the parking lot, pulled out from
the Costco driveway and clipped the front left side of her minivan.
His story to the police was that SHE was driving "too fast" and ran
into him. This geezer is a real Russell Weller in the making, and I
hope the DMV yanks his license before he kills somebody.

The alarming trend here, aside from the run of bad luck that is
affecting my friend's family, is the rampant refusal to accept
personal responsibility for one's fuckups. That 73-year-old woman from
my previous post ran over and killed another old woman in a church
driveway, left he scene, and then flatly denied having done it.

I'm scared. I really am.