A few weeks ago (or something...maybe longer) I opened a fortune cookie with a fortune telling me "Starting today your luck will change." I decided that was a positive thing and so far, my luck has been pretty good. However, today...just now...not so much.
Campus security just called to tell me that someone had clipped my car in the parking lot and an officer was out by my vehicle filing a report. The woman on the phone told me that the woman who clipped me said there didn't appear to be any damage. Evidently there was a misunderstanding. I went out to meet the officer and the woman who "clipped" my car...no damage my ass! It wasn't clipped. It was deeply dented. She backed into my car and she must have been in a hurry. I have a petite Mazda Protege. She has a frickin' huge 2004 Chevy Tahoe. She was all tickled that her enormous, monsterous, gas guzzling, evil Chevy Frickin' Tahoe had nothing but maybe a small scratch on its gargantuan, metal bumper. She was nearly giddy about the large dent, chipped paint, modestly exposed innards and bent hood of my beautiful, sweet, compact, fuel efficient, eight year old car. Ok, for some perspective: the bottom of her bumper smashed the hood of my car. Not my bumper, but the front grill and hood! She is driving something the size of a BUS and had the nerve, as I was walking away, to tell me that her daughter or sister or someone was in an accident with her Chevy Frickin' Tahoe and the other car involved was totaled and her Tahoe had only $300 damage. Duh...her car is a bloodthirsty monster!!!
In the grand scheme of things, the damage is minimal...if I didn't care what my car looked like, I probably wouldn't be so pissed. Nonetheless, it pisses me off. I don't like being pissed off...especially because of some woman who "couldn't see" my car as she was backing into the parking spot next to mine in her beast of a vehicle that represents nearly everything that is wrong with this country (a little overdramatic, but sort of true). Better my car than a person, I guess, and I'm glad she fessed up, but still. I am suppressing the urge to go out and scratch the crap out of her shiny behemoth with a particularly pointy fork.
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