in fact, I honestly usually don't get ticked. Not really my thing. But today is SUCH an exception. Brian came in from work to tell me that my car has been hit AGAIN. And AGAIN no note. Apparently, that's the norm here. Hit someone's car, and hey...that's a-ok. Sometimes I have a problem with humans.
That means that in the 3 years we've been here, we've had 7 different incidents where we've had to have my car repaired...and guess how many were our fault. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. That's 4 people hitting my backside. 2 freak episodes with acorns. And one nasty run in with vandalism.
Morale of the story: Don't move here. And if you do, bring a clunker.
Whew. Sorry. I suppose everyone needs to vent once in awhile. And I'm going to try to not even feel bad about it. We'll leave that to the people that hit my car. Ooops...wait. Nope. They don't either. :)
11 years ago
4 comments:
oh girl, sad! You so deserve to vent. How bad is the damage?
OH MY GOSH!! What the heck?! Poor little Tink, seriously she has had a rough go. Sorry Am, if only I could find those little buggers and, you know, do something Oooga like to them;)
I have a great story that you will appreciate sometime when you are down (hopefully soon...Kaysha needs to meet Aunt Amber)
what are the chances?! That's epically horrible...and super expensive...and just frustrating.
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