Some may recall the hit-and-run fender bender I was involved in the day before my trip to the hospital.
I ended up driving about town without a side mirror for the better part of a month, which meant that I pretty much kept to our neighborhood (because there was no way I was going on the freeway without it).
After a lot of hemming and hawing over WHERE to take the car, we finally got it into a body shop on Monday. It's a Volvo -- which means that replacing the mirror (which was tricked out with a memory function and heater) was an elaborate exercise. It was also expensive... just not quite as expensive as my $500 deductible.
While we were at it, we decided to have them fix the scratches on the driver's rear bumper that were left by another hit-and-run in a parking lot last spring. You know the drill: I went in to Starbucks for coffee and when I came out, there were all these marks on the car that weren't there before.
I know exactly how the scratch on the other rear bumper was made, because I did it myself. We had that fixed, too.
So yesterday morning, I picked up a car that looked as good as it did new and I was happy. I decided to run a few errands.
Thirty minutes later, I was ready to go home and get back to work. I was making my way out of the parking lot of Bed, Bath & Beyond when I had to stop for a car that was backing out of a space.
On my right, the back-up lights lit up on a parked white Lincoln Aviator. And then she started to move... right towards me.
I could have tapped my horn. I should have tapped my horn. But it didn't occur to me. It was like I was paralyzed. I watched in horror as she continued to back up...
and I screamed "NOOOOOO!!!!"
She hit me.
I swung into the space the car I'd stopped for had vacated. She moved back into her space.
She was nice. I babbled on about how I JUST got the car back from the body shop after a hit and run. "Oh, I would never do that!" she said. I believed her.
We looked at the side of my car and it looked fine. Neither of us could see any damage. I wasn't hurt.
I thought about getting her information anyway, but it felt like it would be petty. In bright daylight, at that angle, the car looked fine. We both went on our way.
Last night, in the moonlight, from a different angle I could see that my front fender is dented. It's not bad (or I would have seen it before). But it's there, and it looks like it might be rubbing against the tire.
It will have to be fixed.
C'est la vie.
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