
There's this one kid. Five. He isn't retarded, but he definitely has some kind of genetic disorder (the opinion of a pediatrician who lives next to me, not merely my opinion). He doesn't have enough sense to get out of the road when cars are coming; he stands there and shrieks. Yet, despite this boy's needs, his parents let him play outside in the street unsupervised. At sunset. I don't even let my 7-yr-old do that. We watch our kids. We don't let them run amok on neighbors' yards without permission.
Anyway, the father of this kid won't even fix his training-wheeled bike. The handlebars flop over, completely loose. He even asked me how to fix it, and I looked at him like he was stupid and said, "Tighten it up." But he's too lazy to do that, so he continued to let his genetic-disorder 5-yr-old ride unsupervised in the street on a bike with floppy handlebars. Dad of the Year material, here.
So, the kid was in my driveway, uninvited. I was inside, and had no idea he was even out there. Other neighborhood kids witness him putting a DEEP gouge in my car with his floppy handlebar bike. There ain't no buffing this one out. It's huge. Down to the metal.
After they tell me, I march over to his dad's house and inform him what happened. His dad doesn't apologize. He doesn't offer to pay for my car to get fixed. Instead, he seems mystified how it could happen. So I explain that he's a lazy jerk who never watches his kids, doesn't take care of his child's needs, and through his own negligence allows his children to damage my property. Still no reaction. No apology. No offer. In fact, his wife gets mad that when I insist that they take care of their child, and never allow him in my yard again.
Next day, he's playing in the street again, by himself, no parent in site. And I've got a gigantic gouge in my car that will probably start rusting if I don't pay to get it fixed soon.
I'm pissed. But I still feel kind of bad telling the guy what a shitty father he is. Now it's kind of uncomfortable in the neighborhood. He lives right across from me. But as soon as I start feeling a little guilty, I look at the gigantic scratch in my car, and remember that he never even apologized or offered to get it fixed.
So, how would you guys have handled this? What would you do from here?