Yesterday I was so angry and sad about it. I'm trying to save money to see my sister and sweet niece in September and to go to Vancouver to see the rest of my family for Christmas and some douchebag hitting me in a parking lot does not fit into those financial plans. On my way home, it started to pour, hard rain, I thought at any moment it would turn to hail. I did what any normal, self-sufficient, independent woman would do -- I started to cry my eyes out. It only lasted a few minutes and it was a big release of the frustration. It helped because then I just started to think that it could be worse. My car could be not drivable but it's not. I could have a higher deductible but I don't. I will call this segment "of course you hit me!"
|My car is the blue civic.|
|My drivers side front panel.|
|Looks like beige paint to me!|
|Looks like they've met a yellow drive thru pole too.|