Because jesus fucking christ in a handbasket, this is getting ridiculous
My car, my pride and joy - my first new car, my beautiful blue car - yeah, it's in the shop again.
Some handicapped jackass decided that sitting at a fucking stop sign was haaaard
and decided to drive on instead of staying put while I turned. Passenger door is fucked up, passenger front wheel is... best left undescribed, since it required a cop, a husband, and two guys with a floor jack to get it off and get the spare on.
Oh, and did I mention that this one was a hit and run - the handicapped fucker didn't even slow down to see if I was ok? They stopped at the stop sign 20 feet away from the accident, though! And did I mention that the first person who bothered to stop was the cop, despite it being a fairly busy intersection?
I mean, it's great that I'm fine and all, but I've now had more accidents in this one car
than in both previous cars combined. There was the rear-ending sandwich. There was a plain old rear-ending. And now this. Oh, and two days after I bought the car, my father in law died and I had to put 2000 miles on it in the first two weeks I owned it.
I'm beginning to think this fucking car is cursed...