People suck. Especially this one person.
A week ago I walked out of the grocery store and spotted a car just like mine, but with a big gash in the corner of its bumper. My momentary freak-out ended when I saw my own ungashed car two spaces away.
But the next day, as I walked up to my very own car in my very own apartment parking space, I noticed that the light was reflecting strangely off of the rear passenger-side door. Further inspection revealed that the door panel had indeed been smushed in. No paint damage, fortunately, just an obvious foot-long vertical crease. Rage! Frustration! Fistshake!
Did I mention that this car is now a month old? One month. All this time I’ve been freaking out about bumping or scratching the pretty new finish, and then some idiot had to go and do it for me.
The bastard is completely anonymous, too. On that side of my apartment parking spot are two poles and my bike, and no one parks in the next spot over, so it had to have happened while I was out somewhere. I hope the culprit gets a bad case of chicken pox. Or pubic lice. Something REALLY itchy.
Tags: bastards, car, dent, Grethe the Jetta, miscellany
June 21st, 2008 at 12:42 pm
People do suck. Fistshake! I hope the culprits stay distant. Hey, your recent video is fascinating — the whole Dutch series; hu-uuu-ur [hiring?]. Good weekend.
June 21st, 2008 at 10:58 pm
Sadly this is what happens to our new shiny cars. Paul had the rear bumper scratch surprise and I got the unavoidable debris in windshield and curb rash (two occasions of course). Ahhh but you still have new car smell perhaps.
June 22nd, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Patty, the new car smell disappeared almost immediately thanks to a grocery shopping mishap and the lack of a refrigeration unit in the trunk. And, although it isn’t as shapely, it is still shiny