Predestined?

My parents were visiting tonight, and we went out to a pizza place for dinner. We sat at a table right next to the large window overlooking the street, and while we were waiting for our pizza, my dad suddenly pointed out the window saying "oh no!" And there was a car that, while trying to park, had scraped against a parked car. She had a tough time getting her car backed away from the other car while trying to do minimal damage. We kept watch while she tried to excavate her way out, then a man came out to direct her how to do it, and then she successfully parked her car. She came inside the pizza place looking for the owner of the car, unsuccessfully. She then left a note on the windshield.

But what made this blogworthy was another observation my dad made while she was writing the note: the license number of her car was 565 BAM. Poor girl, it was fated.