Bumper Cars

Look what happened to my car!



I was taking my bags out to my car early Monday morning at J's house (this is my monthly "get up at 5am and drive four hours back to Houston" ritual) only to discover that someone had plowed into my street-parked car during the night.

Nothing ruins a goodbye between two people in love like, "Holy SH-T! Look what your crazy-ass drunk/high/acid-tripping neighbors did to my BAYBEEE! Move to Houston IMMEDIATELY!" Except I didn't say that. But I thought it.

At the rental car center, the attendent asked me what happened to my car. I told him. "So, is it totalled?" he asked. "I don't think so," I answered, "and we're not using that word."

"What kind of car was it?" He then asked.

Look buddy, I hear your past tense and I do not. appreciate. it.

Here is where I would normally delve into "it could have been worse..." but I'm not going to today. (Do you hear that, potential business schools? Do you hear my ability to grasp the complexity of a situation?) My CAR! My poor, adorable, battered car!