Uh-oh. As I started the car we noticed a note held down by the left wiper blade. I had a good idea what it would say. On the way to the car it looked like a big, white Tahoe was backed into our Outback. It wasn't until I had a perpendicular view of the vehicles that I could tell that they were actually apart.

The yellow post-it offered to pay for a new license-plate holder if we sent in a receipt. While we were not really fond of the Lujack's plate holder to begin with, the bumper had a scuff from the truck's hitch mount. We have touch-up paint on order for similar minor cosmetic blemishes on the rear for which the offender did not leave a note.

"Maybe we can send him the receipt for the touch-up paint," I mused out loud.

"You can't do that. We were already getting that anyway," the Tamster, standing in for my conscience, was quick to point out.

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