Crash Course in Human Perceptions

The following is a true story. It is not an urban legend. I know this because I have first hand knowledge of the account.

Just for the record, I would have reacted the same way.

My good friend Jackson was out one evening with his girlfriend Bridget, and my pal Van.

Leaving a tavern in the downtown area, they arrive at Jackson's car, which is parallel parked in front of the establishment.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man makes his way to the car, just as my friends are getting settled in their seats.

He taps on the window, and as any intelligent American in a big city does, my friend Jackson ignores him.

Starting the car, the man begins to shout and wave his hands. He's got a piece of paper in his hands, and in a very animated fashion, is trying to get Jackson's attention.

Everyone in the car is in agreement: GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

So, screaming away from the curb and down the street, my friends travel through the night air, looking back to see the man getting smaller and smaller, yet still jumping and waving in street.

PHEW! That was close!

Upon their return home, Jackson is walking around the back of his car, when he notices it. Someone has hit the car and crushed the bumper.

The desperate man had written down the liscense plate of the offending auto and was trying to give it to Jackson as he left the bar.