I had just clipped a car in the parking lot—nothing major, just a scrape—but before I could even catch my breath, my boss came charging out of the building like a raging bull. His voice echoed through the lot as he shouted, “WHO HIT MY CAR?!”
Humiliated, I raised my hand and confessed. I told him I’d take full responsibility and pay for the damages. But instead of de-escalating, he exploded. He launched into a fiery rant about accountability, how people these days lack respect, and how he always takes care of his things.
The tension was unbearable. Then, like something out of a movie, my coworker strolled past, casually sipping coffee, and said, “Hey, boss… isn’t that the company car you backed into last week?”
Silence. My boss froze. His face turned a deep shade of crimson. He stammered, muttered something inaudible, and without another word, stormed back inside, leaving behind a parking lot full of witnesses—and a whole lot of secondhand embarrassment.
