When it rains

I was parked (correctly) at the blockbuster during the deluge today. Man it was raining hard! What a storm! Anyway, Some guy backed into the ole’ vehicle and banged the front quarter panel pretty hard. It’s toast. A plunger won’t fix it. Passenger side mirror is somewhere in Texas by now. Re-entry is such a bitch.

 

We exchanged information and I consoled the guy. He was grief stricken. I’m sure I will never see a dime. I should have called Senor’ Policia. But it was raining so hard and I was cold. It’s just a car. I keep telling myself that.

 

And… unfortunately these Isuzus don’t have many available parts. It will be a bear getting the car fixed. I hate being nice.

 

I wish J was up and moving about.

 

Signing Out,

PC