No, I Need YOUR Information
Imagine enjoying an Improved Whiskey Cocktail along with a Margherita with Burrata at Beretta when your pal informs you that your motorcycle parked out front was just knocked over by a car. That’s what happened to this fellow on the right, who immediately came outside to inspect the damage. The woman on the left had been attempting to exit the above parking spot when she backed into the bike, and wouldn’t have noticed had it not been for the protestations of those waiting outside for a table at the popular establishment. The following exchange ensued:
Biker: “Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit. Ahmm, I’m going to need your information, ma’am.”
Driver: “And I’m going to need your information too.”
Driver: “Well, you were parked illegally behind me, and I didn’t see your motorcycle when I tried to back out of this space.”
I didn’t stick around to witness the resolution of the conflict, but I’m certain that you dear readers can weigh in with regard to the logistics of this operation. You’ve already told us why it’s really bad for scooters to get knocked over, so I can only hope this ended well.