So today, I am sad to admit, I had another incident in the parking garage at work. I have learned to park in the exact same spot each day now by the same pole just so I won't lose the truckster again. This little encounter had nothing to do with location, location, location, but more so the fact that I really did get only 5 hours of sleep last night.
I left work, frantically trying to get to the Halloween Parade for little man, it's his 1st school party event and I just could not miss it. So I was booking it because I was on Schmidt time (translation: about 5 minutes late).
I got to my car and noticed a HUGE scrape on the back side bumper. I stood there shocked that I had not noticed it before. I thought to myself, "It's mud, gotta be mud." Went up and started trying to rub the mud off the truckster, but no dice. It wasn't mud, but instead a huge scrape like I originally thought. It was about 6in x 6 in and the paint was flaking off.
I started to get that mad, "I can't believe I didn't notice I hit anything" feeling which soon turns to "someone had to of hit me in the parking garage" certainty. The nerve of some people, how could you just do this to someone's new car and drive away?????
I took a deep breath, realized there really wasn't anything I could do about it now, since I was now 8 minutes late to the Halloween parade. So I pulled out my cell to call the home office to let him know I scuffed the new vehicle I have had less than 4 months, probably because I hit something - DLS always thinks it was me hitting something - which has been the case more often than not - stories for another day, another blog.
While I dialed the number, I turned and again looked at the back of the van and thought to myself, "I didn't know we had a hitch on the van?"
Well, that would be because we don't have a hitch on my van, but instead the hitch was on the other gray minivan parked one spot away from my unscuffed, unmuddied truckster.
I closed the phone, looked around to see if anyone else saw me scraping the mud and stomping around by another's van, I didn't see anyone and quietly drove away - laughing and thinking I really need to get to bed a little earlier tonight.
I left work, frantically trying to get to the Halloween Parade for little man, it's his 1st school party event and I just could not miss it. So I was booking it because I was on Schmidt time (translation: about 5 minutes late).
I got to my car and noticed a HUGE scrape on the back side bumper. I stood there shocked that I had not noticed it before. I thought to myself, "It's mud, gotta be mud." Went up and started trying to rub the mud off the truckster, but no dice. It wasn't mud, but instead a huge scrape like I originally thought. It was about 6in x 6 in and the paint was flaking off.
I started to get that mad, "I can't believe I didn't notice I hit anything" feeling which soon turns to "someone had to of hit me in the parking garage" certainty. The nerve of some people, how could you just do this to someone's new car and drive away?????
I took a deep breath, realized there really wasn't anything I could do about it now, since I was now 8 minutes late to the Halloween parade. So I pulled out my cell to call the home office to let him know I scuffed the new vehicle I have had less than 4 months, probably because I hit something - DLS always thinks it was me hitting something - which has been the case more often than not - stories for another day, another blog.
While I dialed the number, I turned and again looked at the back of the van and thought to myself, "I didn't know we had a hitch on the van?"
Well, that would be because we don't have a hitch on my van, but instead the hitch was on the other gray minivan parked one spot away from my unscuffed, unmuddied truckster.
I closed the phone, looked around to see if anyone else saw me scraping the mud and stomping around by another's van, I didn't see anyone and quietly drove away - laughing and thinking I really need to get to bed a little earlier tonight.
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