Today I went to ship off the camera I gave away for my birthday, and as I am filling out paperwork in the post office some guy comes in asking if I ride the "crotch rocket" cause he has bad news. He says its laying on its side in the parking lot. Normally I'd be pissed off by this point but what's done is done and getting mad isn't going to change anything. I finish up in the post office and go outside only to find an old man (literally 80) standing there waiting for me. He says he is sorry and he didn't see it when he backed up cause it was too low to the ground. The real kicker is he was nose out of the parking stall and could have just pulled away but for some reason decided that backing up was a better idea. There is some damage mostly superficial paint damage and a scuff on the stator cover. its all repairable and I will call the insurance company and have it dealt with. Its just seems horribly ironic that while doing what I thought was a good deed something like this happens, I mean if I was leaving a girls house I shouldn't have been at yeah okay, thanks galaxy I get it I was wrong but really, screw you karma.