First damange to your car
ARGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I'm so pissed off.
First, when I leave my apartment this morning, there appears to be a street fair setting up about a block down, great, fine, I can deal.
I turn down the one street to go around to block, and what do I run into? A gay pride parade! Going down a residential street (granted, one of the nicer city shopping districts was a street away, but still).
So there I am, sitting in my car for ten minutes.... watching drag queens walk by, smiling, waving, and blowing me kisses. I'm trying to be polite, because in a way it is sorta funny, but I JUST WANT TO CROSS MY CAR OVER THE DAMN STREET so I can get to my parents. There's no cops around controlling it either.
So fine, I drive home through horrendous traffic.
Come back to my apt, and there are almost NO spots on either side of my street (I live in the city, it's all parallel). I try to squeeze in this one spot, thinking I can almost make it, and bang, I hit a tree. Not very hard, but hard enough to put a decent size dent in the back corner of my car. Thankfully, didn't break any lights and don't think I even scraped any paint.
But this is my first injury to my very first car!
Any other frustrating stories about your baby's first damage?
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