When I was in my early 20s I bought a brand new Volvo. Paid a fortune and I loved that car (perhaps too much?). So, New Year's Eve and me and my fiancee decide to go to this party we heard about. We got there and it was about 20 people seated in a rough circle in the living room. Everyone was stoned and everyone was very quiet. My fiancee looked at me and I looked at her and we left. OMG, boring. So, I went out to my car parked on the street and there was this great big dent in my driver's door. Holy crap. I went back to the 'party' and asked around if anyone knew anything about running into a Volvo. Good Lord, I could hardly get anyone's attention and when I did I couldn't keep their attention long enough to finish my description. I threw up my hands in disgust thinking I'll never get satisfaction and left. As I went back to my car, a VW bus pulls up. It's painted in a psychedelic design and this hippy climbs out. He had bell bottom pants and hair as long as any girl I had seen the last 6 months. He says "Hey man, is that your car?" Yes, I answered and told him I had a huge dent. He says "Oh, wow, I think I did that and I don't have any insurance." He asked for my name and address and he gave me his name and address. He asked me to send him an estimate to get it fixed. I left thinking well that's the end of that I'll never see a dime. I got an estimate and sent it to him. Small checks started arriving on a monthly basis until the entire bill was paid in full. At that point, you could have knocked me over with a feather.