I had an early inspection this morning.
While I was standing on the sidewalk, trying to blow warm air onto my hands through a facemask, I saw a tiny Chevrolet Spark trying to parallel park into a Cadillac El Dorado-sized parking space.
The driver was aware that the inspector and I were watching. (we were waiting for the listing agent to show up). Apparently that unnerved her, because she totally scraped up against the Lexus in the front of the space.
She realized she'd blown the job when she heard the scraaaaaaaapppeeee.... and stopped the car in its tracks.
She got out, surveyed the situation, and went back into her car. I thought she might pull away. But instead she came back out with a note... and put it on the windshield of the Lexus, and then she pulled away ... apparently no longer interested in that parking space.
My fertile imagination thought that she was writing: "I scraped your car, and there are people watching me. They think I'm writing down my insurance information.... but I'm not." So I wrote down her licensed number.
After she pulled away, I went to read the note.... she did write her license and phone number and a feeble apology.
My imagination just ran away with me. Fortunately the inspection was less exciting.