Went to the bar last night with a couple of friends. But while I was eating breakfast this morning, one of my roommates who just took out the garbage, said to me, "Did you know someone keyed your car?" And that's when my jaw dropped. At first I thought he was kidding, so I ran to the garage to inspect the damage, and saw two lovely lines span the length of my Maxima's driver's side. Then I go back in the house fuming. And he says to me again, "Yeah, what they did to your trunk is unbelievable." I'm pretty sure my jaw broke the second time it hit the floor. My trunk looked like a kindergartener trying to keep the crayon within the lines, except he had a key and the backdrop was my black car.
I can't believe there are just morons out and about. Seriously, what is going through your head. Unfortunately, the bar had no cameras in its parking lot. So next time I will be sure to park in a heavily lit area.
Took the car to the Viking Body Repair shop today, and they estimated parts and labor to be $1,900. Thank you, Mr. Rochester Jerk.
1 comment:
I agree, there are jerks out there and there are couple of lessons learned from the experience.
MGC
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