Going to the dermatologist today, I managed to back into a parked car. Yes, a parked car. Not one of those stupid, little Smartcars either. A Toyota Avalon. Nice, right? The second I realized it was a car I'd hit, the first thought that entered my rattled brain was, "My husband is going to kill me." And even though it was 100% my fault...was it really?
My SUV is the size of small tank. Whatever genius decided to build that thing without a rear sensor should be crowned King of the Idiots. There is a blind spot the size of....well, the size of a Toyota Avalon, I guess. I checked my mirrors. I just didn't see it. However, a sensor on that over-priced, over-sized gas-guzzler would've been a capital idea.
As for my husband's point of view, recently I've managed to acquire a few tickets thanks to D.C.'s new speed camera program. Thanks, Fenty. So me sending him a text with a picture of the damaged Avalon with a big an "oops!" and a embarrassed, red-cheeked emoticon was probably the last thing he wanted to see. (I didn't really put that in the text but once the actual text filtered through his angry brain, that's all he saw.) So this will undoubtedly increase our insurance rates even though we haven't had to file a claim in at least 13 years and I will undoubtedly have to hear about it every month when it's time to pay the bill.
Oh but I'm fine by the way....
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