I went out to my car last night to meet some friends in DC for merriment - a woman approached me and told me her son had just hit my teeny little (brand new) Scion with his monster truck. He was sorry and I was way more conciliatory that I should have been. We exchanged information and then I spent an hour on the phone with insurance companies.
Geez, it sucks - when his insurance representative asked me if there was any previous damage to the car I said (in a kind of loud voice, maybe?) "no, it's BRAND NEW."
It's a real Christmas Stinker, but whatev. Alright, I need to go make some charitable donations to compensate for my unnecessary whining.
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