What the hell is wrong with people?

This weekend, Raya and I decided to take a trip into Center City Philadelphia. The annual Polish-American festival was being held at Philly's waterfront park, Penn's Landing, and we headed down to check it out. Leaving Raya's car at the local regional rail station, we road the commuter train into the city.

We had a good time. The kielbasa and potato pancakes were delicious, and we even heard a little bit of polka music. Later, we ventured over to Penn's campus to visit our friend Tom, and he ended up giving us a ride back home, so we didn't have to take the train back.

So, it was close to 8:00 PM before we returned to the train station to pick up Raya's car, an '83 Volvo affectionately named "Bjorn." Imagine our surprise when we found that the car had been damaged at some point during the day; the rear bumper was at a skewed angle, jutting a good six inches away from the body of the car on the right side.

We asked a passer-by if he had seen anything, had seen anyone hit the car. Of course, he hadn't, although he was very helpful in suggesting ways in which to fix it. I glanced at the windshield to see if anyone had left a note, but there wasn't a thing.

Two things piss me off about this:

1. What kind of idiot can't park a car without striking the car next to them? This train station is very underused on Saturdays and Sundays; the parking lot was not crowded or cramped at all. There was plenty of room to maneuver, and I had certainly parked the Volvo well within the striped lines. The parking spots themselves are very wide; there's really no excuse. You'd have to be drunk, underage, or simply not know how to drive in order to cause this damage.
2. Secondly, how can you not leave a note when you damage someone else's car? A glance at the rear of the Volvo made it obvious that there was some damage done; not horrible damage, but still. What really annoys me is that I know human nature well enough that I was not surprised in the slightest to see that there was no note on the car. I would have been shocked, stunned beyond belief had there been a note, had the person had the cojones to admit what they had done.

But alas, there was no note, no claim of responsibility, and thus, no one to pay for the damage except Raya and myself.

If anyone reading this has ever damaged someone else's property and not owned up to it, shame on you. You suck.