This week started out so well. Work’s picking up, the weather’s been gorgeous, etc…
Until Tuesday, when I decided to go to the grocery store, and because I needed some bulky stuff, I took the car.
Midway through my backing out of my parking space in the six-space carport, the neighbor’s little rat-dog ran across the alley and under my wheels, and in an attempt not to flatten said rat-dog, I swerved and hit the support post instead.
Which would have been fine, except my current car is apparently made of vacu-formed tinfoil as the low-speed oopsie resulted in the following:
One torn off driver’s side mirror
One severely dented front driver’s side door.
One fucked up front quarter panel.
One fucked up front bumper.
One $500 deductible.
One rat-dog owner refusing to admit that she’s at fault.
Awesome. So now, I’m on the hook for five Benjamins and my car has to go to the body shop for an undisclosed amount of time.
Also, I’ve spent eons on the phone with said insurance company and will now get a point on my license and jacked-up rates for the foreseeable future.
Lucky for me my insurance covers a portion of the rental car – not all of it, of course, but some of it.
Gods bless America.
So for the next week or so, I’ll be driving a Prius, which is what the rental car company gave me. Side of smug is on the house.
And five days of work turned into three.
How was your week?