Boss Gets a Taste of His Own Medicine After Car Incident

Accidentally scraped a car in the parking lot. My boss came sprinting out of the building, screaming,
“Who hit my car?!” Embarrassed, I admitted it was me and said I’d cover the repairs.

I had just pulled into the parking lot, trying to squeeze into a tight space, when I felt the sickening scrape of metal against metal. My stomach dropped as I realized I had just scratched the car next to me. Hoping it wasn’t too bad, I stepped out to inspect the damage. The scratch was obvious, a long, glaring mark on the side of the vehicle. Before I could even process my next move, I heard the loud, furious voice of someone storming out of the building.

“Who hit my car?!” My boss’s voice echoed through the lot, and my heart sank. Of all the cars I could have hit, it had to be his. His face was red with frustration as he scanned the lot for the culprit. Embarrassed and with nowhere to hide, I took a deep breath and stepped forward. “It was me,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes widened, and for a moment, there was pure silence between us. I could feel the stares of a few coworkers lingering around the parking lot, making the situation even more humiliating.

I quickly assured him that I would take full responsibility for the damage. “I’ll cover the repairs,” I said, my voice firm despite my nerves. He exhaled sharply, clearly still irritated but slightly less furious. “You’d better,” he muttered, inspecting the scratch with a grimace. I stood there awkwardly, waiting for the inevitable lecture or reprimand. Instead, after a long pause, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Accidents happen,” he grumbled, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely ready to let it go.

The rest of the day felt painfully slow, and I couldn’t shake the embarrassment. Every time I passed my boss, I felt a wave of guilt, even though I knew I was doing the right thing by owning up to my mistake. Later that afternoon, I sent him a message confirming that I’d arrange for the repairs as soon as possible. He replied with a simple “Thanks,” and that was that. It wasn’t the best way to start the day, but at least I had faced the situation head-on.