Hit and Dine

So. I lived through 22 days of scooter-driving bliss before getting hit by a car. Bearing in mind that I was hit my a tram in Amsterdam after just one day on a rental bike, I'm viewing it as an exponential improvement. Not to worry, I'm A-ok. It was a very low-speed crash, and I'm fairly certain it was the other guy's fault. Today he dropped off a $75 gift certificate to Restaurant Zea at my work. His note read:

I went to Hallmark, but they were fresh out of 'Sorry I hit you with my car' cards, so hopefully this gift certificate will do.

Seriously, how cute? Were I single, I would totally ask this guy out on the sheer principle that no one should ever pass up the chance to have that great a story for your future grandchildren*. Alas. I'll be dining out with my Mister instead. *It's only fair to add that said note was written on Mary Engelbreit stationary which, God willing, means he's married too.