I was driving (my car) home from the dentist, and I was his last patient. A van tapped me from behind. It was some young guys, new drivers. They put a small dent in my car, but were nervous as hell as I got out and inspected it.

My dentist was behind us and pulls up, jumps out and asks me if I'm okay, and says he saw everything, and he's still weariing his white jacket. I thought the kid driving the van was going to faint in the road! How would he know it was a dentist.

I figured my car was getting old, the paint wasn't damaged. And the poor kid deserved a break, he did more damage to his own newer looking vehicle, and he would probably have to do some explaining to angry parents for denting their van. So I just let the kid leave.

Mary