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22 September 2008

Rest in peace, my little stash hauler

My pretty little car, that I loved with all my heart, that has hauled me faithfully, lovingly, to CATS all these years, that I scrimped and saved so that I could make payments on while I was unemployed, that I used all my prize money from the fair to buy new tires for two weeks ago, that I still owe money on . . .

was hit by another car outside SO's house yesterday.

Yes, folks, it is one darn thing after another with me. I've decided to finally accept that. Why do you think my blog is named what it is, LOL.

We were asleep and I heard this dreadful screeching noise outside. Got up, thinking someone else had been in an accident, and saw my beautiful little Neon up on the curb, like the yard was being used for a driveway. Of course, I got my frowny face, because, to be honest, I was pissed. Who wants to be woken up and find their car jacked up and all these kids were scattering out of the other car. The driver got out and he said, "It's my fault," (like it was possibly my fault? I mean, I'm pretty good at multi-tasking, but even I can't manage to simultaneously sleep in a bed and cause an accident in a car 50 feet from me.) and then he caught frowny face. Y'all, I swear to God, my face felt like it must look like my mom's face looks when she is about ready to lose it. He said, "Don't look at me like that."

I have to say this. It is a truly brave man who hits a car, and walks into the yard where a glaring fat girl (did I mention the pitty bulls were in their yard?) and then tell her not to look at him like that. So, since I run to hystrionics, I decided it was time to call the police and get SO.

Have I mentioned SO is very tall and imposing, and not the best person to wake up in the morning by yelling, "Someone jacked up my CAR." Fortunately, he is also calmer than me, so he was able to step in while I was calling 911, and then my mom (yes, I called my mom.) The guy turned out to be nice, He was sorry about the car. He whacked the crap out of my car.

My car is probably thrashed. We won't know til the estimator looks, but it was bad. My driver's side rear is gone. My rear window is gone. The doors don't open. There is a ripple on the roof, right at the point where the support beams are. SO says if they can fix it, he wouldn't trust it in another accident. The tires came through like champs.

However, I did have to get my stuff out of the trunk. SO says he didn't know you could fit all that in a Neon trunk. I explained that is the innovation of cab-forward design. I tried to explain that it was mostly stash. It is mostly stash. And some CDs. And a first aid kit. Granted, it's stash wierdly packaged in various bags, but I know what's in the bags. $92 worth of floss from that hideous rumor of DMC going out of business, some magazines, some WIPs.

I know what is important. No one was hurt. I had insurance. That is the most important thing. They'll make more cars if this one is toast. SO wants a Chrysler 300. I want a Ford Fusion.

6 comments:

Vicki K said...

Oh my heavens! Glad to hear that you're allright even if your car is totaled. At least your stash made it out okay!!! (We know what's important! Window, Schmindow ... where's my floss!?) Remember, your next car has to have adequate leg room for The Robster! Take care!

Annie said...

I'm so sorry to hear this. What a bummer. But I'm glad everyone is ok and that you could at least recover your precious contents. Hope the resolution goes well and your back behind the wheel soon.

Erynne said...

What a PITA! I'm so sorry that this happened to you! Your SO is probably right to err on the side of caution and not drive it again if they try to fix it. What a rude awakening to say the least!
Hope all goes well with the insurance people and that you have your freedom in driving back soon!

MsB said...

Love ya hon... Glad you are safe and just think.. you get to go test driving! :) *hug*

Pumpkin said...

ACK! I'd be super pissed too! And yes, he was VERY brave to say that to you after just trashing your car >:o( RIP little Neon.

Lee said...

You poor thing! But you cracked me up with the multi-tasking thing!

Keep laughing!

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls