So I had a pretty good morning preparing for a work program and dancing around to wizard rock. Then I walked out to my car and saw this:
This is very very uncool. Granted, I live in a really scary apartment complex, so maybe I should be happy that this is the worst thing that has happened. But it makes me so mad that I am going to have to pay for this and the person who did it is probably having a good laugh about it right now.
Funnily enough, one of the things that makes me the most upset is that they had to run into my car right where one of my HP bumper stickers was. My friend suggested that maybe it was a Harry Potter hater who was taking out their anger on my car. If that was the case, I am happy to have taken one for the team.
It makes me kind of wish I had my old ‘91 Pontiac. I am pretty sure the car would have just bounced off that bumper. Darn plastic bumpers!
On a much creepier note, yesterday I was telling my co-worker that I had a bit of a sore throat. She asked if she should practice my presentation for tonight just in case I was sick. This is what I literally said to her, “Don’t worry, I could get struck by lightning or hit by a car and I would still come in to work tomorrow.”
As I told my dad, at least only the second part of that statement came true.
Jen
Yeah, the same thing happened to me in Charleston. I was pissed but ended up getting a new bumper (though ins. didn’t pay for it all). Now I don’t have that bright blue paint that I got from hitting your dumpster when we went out at 2 am to get over to the Quad Cities for our football excursion.
I think I remember hearing about your bumper. I recall being sad that the paint would no longer be on your car, reminding you of our awesome trip.