A Purple Car

So, I'm moving, and for some reason I'm moving from the beaches area of Toronto. I'm with my brother, taking a load of stuff, and as we drive through the maze of one-way streets, he wants to race me. So I pull over, he gets out and runs, and once I catch up to him I go a short ways then pull over for him.

He wants to race me again, so I pull over, and this time drive 2 kilometres, then turn around and go back for him. As I'm going through the same stretch of road again, my car stalls, so I pull in behind this light purple car, when I suddenly lose my brakes, and slowly roll into him 3 or 4 times.

I examine his rear bumper, and note two dings that go nearly through the plastic cover. For a moment, I'm tempted to drive off. The owner comes out, looks at it, and says, "I don't have insurance." Then he goes on, saying "It's only a small ding. I'll just plaster over it or something." I feel a little guilty, because I know from my summer of sorting traffic accident reports that any damage to the bumper that is more than just paint damage is between $400 and $1000 to repair. I consider whether to inform him, and decide against it.

I mumble a word of thanks, especially because now my parents won't find out about it, and drive to the new place. When I get there, I discover they already know, but they don't seem too upset.

Then, I woke up.