I was at work today scrambling between a bunch of different animals when one of my coworkers came and told me it looked like someone had hit my car outside. I went out and sure enough, this big SUV was munched up to the bumper of my poor little Honda, completely crumpling my front license plate. I asked at a few of the nearby places if anyone owned the car, no takers. Took pictures and the plate down and put a note on the car with my number and where I worked and asking them to give me their info. The receptionists kept an eye out but of course one of the few moments when no one was looking, the car drove off, and the person never called me. The nerve to leave your car smashed up against someone else's and then flat out ignore a note on the windshield! Luckily, after spending my whole lunch break on the phone filing a claim, my insurance company is going to try and hunt them down and cover the repairs, but ughh.. people! I don't understand people who do that kind of stuff.
And this little car thing was an add on to my week of having a ton of other issues with my car that aren't even worth fixing because they cost too much, plus having the handyman in the house almost daily between a leaking sink and a new oven and a broken dryer. Fun.
this new word!
) I will need to get these things fixed. And given I'm going to pay to get them fixed, I might as well enjoy the repairs for a year first. It makes my brain hurt to think about how much plumbers and electricians cost.
