“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

She brought up her phone, flicked quickly across the screen, typed out a message, and then turned it toward me so I could read it before she hit send:

Hit some loser’s car. He’s trying to make a thing of it.

“That,” she said, smiling a little too widely, “is going straight to my dad.” Her thumb tapped the screen. “So you have fun with whatever fantasy continue reading …