Well, here's the other side of the coin to let you know that honor still exists...
My daily driver was in the parking garage at work on the end of a row where there's a turn to go up to the next level (parking there was my first mistake). A fellow in a pickup came around the corner and clipped my car (hard to see, I guess) and he took out the fender and the whole front fascia (grill, lights, etc).
He stopped, called the base police (who then called me) and we got it all straight on the spot. His insurance even got me a brand new Lincoln towncar (I was the first renter of the car) to drive for three weeks while my car was in the bodyshop because Enterprise didn't have any cars comparable to mine.
The fellow and I have even become friends. He is a retired Navy Captain.
So... good, honorable people still exist.
John
