Surround Me in Bubble Wrap and Call Me a Cab

On Friday my car was rear ended and now the exhaust system is dangling and my rear bumper a mangled mess. I’ve been waiting to talk to an insurance adjuster from the other guy’s insurance company to see if they’ll cover the cost of a rental car until my car can be fixed.

Yesterday I drove Studly’s pickup truck to run errands around Tallahassee. His truck is longer than the car I’m accustomed to driving, and it doesn’t have a backup camera like mine does, and long story short, I dented his bumper while backing out of a tight parking spot.

Now I feel as though I shouldn’t be allowed to drive ever again, unless of course the car I’m in is surrounded in bubble wrap.

I’m feeling pretty low. Anyone want to boost my spirits?

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

17 thoughts on “Surround Me in Bubble Wrap and Call Me a Cab”

  1. Having a “sticky beak” at my neighbour’s wife (who I had never seen since moving into the area), I came up to my driveway, put my foot on the accelerator instead of the brake and crumpled the front of my beautiful new sportscar. I was most upset, and serves me right. My son (young teenager at the time), said “why are you so upset mum, it’s just a piece of metal! Got that into perspective in one. These things happen, don’t stress.

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