Sam was not the best roommate, Bob thought. He was always late with his share of the rent and food costs. But this takes the cake. Sam had crashed his car, his precious car and had not even asked if he could borrow it.
Sam came sheepishly through the front door, “Sorry Bob, I put a little dent in your car.”
Bob walked out to the curb to survey the damage. The passenger side lights and fender were totally crunched and the front grill was shattered. Easily $5000 in damage. Gritting his teeth, Bob confronted Sam, “What do you mean a little dent?!”
“Well, it will be covered by insurance. It won’t cost you a thing.”
Sizzling Bob said, “You inconsiderate moron. I will lose my safe driver’s discount and my car will be tied up in the shop for who knows how long. You didn’t even ask for permission to use it. I should tell the cops you stole it!”
“I really didn’t think you would mind as I was getting groceries. You’re always complaining I don’t do my share.”
“You’ve done more than your share – of damages. I’ve put up with you as a favour to my friend but that ends now. I want you out by the end of the month. You’ll have to con someone else into moving you, I am not doing it again. Touch my car again and I will call the cops.”