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Last summer, Elle's car was hit in the parking lot by... well who knows.
In this day and age, if you hit someone's car and damage it,
the best thing to do is quickly look around and see if anyone saw you,
then make a quick getaway.
A few years ago I went to watch a Colts game. I came out afterwards and my nice, shiny, bright blue truck had a red streak across the right front corner, where someone driving a the little frickin' Pontiac next to me couldn't figure out how to turn out of a parking space. If only I'd have thought to get that license plate number on the way into the stadium.
I ask why I was told it was done.
Ok... considering how many times this question was asked, I've got to know... What was the answer?
I hate body shops. And admittedly, a lot of it is out of their hands. When you tear into a car like that you're going to find little things here and there that you might not expect and that might mean waiting a little bit longer for parts. And then there's the insurance company interjecting themselves too. But it gets so frustrating!
I've managed to bend a tie rod... or worse.
But nobody died, so I guess that's a plus.
No one stops (of course), especially not the &$%*# who caused the accident.
(See above re: morals and decency)
Well, Nice use of evasive action.
I guess.
Eventually we see the adjuster who tells us we can now get our car fixed.
I am also told that the accident is my fault,
so not only do I get to pay the $500 deductible,
but my licence will have demerits which means it will cost me more as well.
I learn a valuable lesson.
Our insurance dictates that in a similar situation,
it is preferable to plow into the car that cuts you off rather than avoid it.
Yes you will probably kill the other driver, but you have an airbag and should survive.
That way, the other driver will be at fault for cutting you off and it will save you money.
At least that's what I get from the insurance's logic.
Sad, but true.
I drove a dump truck as a summer job when I was in college. One of the first things I was told was to make sure that due diligence is exercised each morning with an inspection of the truck and keeping up with maintenance.
And then I was told, no matter what happens, don't swerve. True story.
We bring it to the autobody shop.
Yes the same one.
Eh, a body shop is a body shop...
I decide that while they are incredibly inept at customer service,
they excel at bodywork.
And isn't that what you really want?
But it's also sat for so long in -35 weather that the battery is just about dead.
It does eventually start and I drive off.
Well, at least you got it back...
A day or so after this, someone rams into Elle's car, damaging it quite a bit.
Either way, he comes to the door and tells us what happens.
Hooray! We won't have to pay for repairs this time!
I don't name the autobody shop because I'll probably get sued for defamation.
(Yes. I know. I'm stupid.)
Third time's a charm, huh?
Five minues later, the autobody shop phones me
to tell me that they will start fixing the car.
Aren't they great?
See, their customer service is already improving!
A few more weeks go by.
Supposedly the car is done.
We go down and there's still a bit that hasn't. been. finished.
I lose it.
Really? It took you that long????
By the time you were dealing with the second car, I was already starting to think about a certain scene from The Mask.
Really it's quite remarkable that I haven't lost it earlier.
I'm told that they thought that
"the guy who was going to fix it would be in by now, but he's not."
Then when they told you it was done... it technically wasn't done, was it??????
While Elle's car was in the garage, she borrowed my MIL's car for a few days.
Uh oh.
Apparently, MIL has had her car boosted two times recently.
Wish she had told us that beforehand.
Whew, I really expected something much worse than a battery.
But Elle tells me that she may have left her lights on all day while she was in school.
"May have" being a euphemism for "did".
I head out to the store and get a new battery.
Problem solved.
All car problems done!!!
Woohoo!!! About time!
I'm going in to get a crown.
Which turns out to be disappointing on many levels.
You mean there's a level where that isn't disappointing?
All in all, I'd rather be in Disney, you know?
Well, duh!!!!
And she rode in with Ruby to do it.
So her car's sitting all by its lonesome...
About three and a half miles away.
Okay, criminals. Don’t steal my car. I’m having a bad day.
Okay?
They'd have to work awful hard to steal it even if they wanted to.
I get the impression that he was probably kicked a lot when he was in school.
I'd have wanted to kick him then...
Or in other words, he would've said exactly what Nosy wanted to say, just better.
Or better question; how would they steal it? It's dead.
See what I mean?
I have two choices.
I can 1.) volunteer to stay for a sixteen hour shift.... while I'm completely beat. Or;
2.) be forced to stay because someone has to and the only other person here has already worked a double shift.
I magnanimously volunteer to stay for the midnight shift.
Well, um... how about number 3?
So that's where I am right now.
With sore feet below and a sore face above.
7am can't come soon enough.
Brutal. Hope you survived and got to sleep in today.
And for the contest, I'll go with the consensus and say MK.
But I don't want to be like everyone else, so I'll re-order the attractions to be BTMRR, Space, 7DMT