About a month ago, I took the big red bus to the body shop to fix a boo-boo I had done back in August. The lease is up in a few months, and I needed to make the van all purdy again.
The van was due for an end of lease inspection on Monday. I was going to proudly show off my newly fixed up vehicle. See? No dents or scratches on the back right side. It's just like new!
Except now it isn't. Because I ran into a giant boulder at the exit to Little E's school and took out the exact same spot. It was not my proudest parenting moment. I put together a healthy string of expletives and once home, threw a water bottle against the wall, which exploded all over me. Little E just watched in horror.
Here's the reality. I love the hell out of my van, but I cannot pilot it for sh*t.
Maybe Mr. Yoy wouldn't be upset if this were my first, or even second offense. But it is my third.
I ran into a pole at the Piedmont Hospital parking deck when the van was just a baby. A mere three months old. In the same spot.
In my mind, I'm driving a Smart Car, but in real life it might as well be the size of a Hummer. And this creates many problems for me.
I have to give props to Mr. Yoy for remaining calm and not yelling. I would have yelled at me.
So it's back to the body shop I go. I wonder if they give bulk discounts. Like Costco.
OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN TO THE VAN!