She Blamed My Car for His Grades

I had kindly driven my neighbor's son to and from school for a whole year. After his final grades came out, she showed up with her entire family, blocking my garage.

She slapped a claim for fifteen thousand dollars into my hand, pointed a finger at my nose, and yelled, "My son was a genius! But your crappy car jolted his brain so bad, it's ruined! You're not leaving this garage until you pay up!"

I stared at the familiar official seal on the claim form and let out a cold laugh.

She had no idea that the owner of that assessment center was my uncle.