Sooooooo, roughly three hours after I made this entry
about having my car back on the road, this fucking chick runs into the rear driver's side of my car in the parking lot of fucking Wal-Mart, man. X( I was going down the aisle like a normal person, looking for a parking space, and she comes out of nowhere, cutting through the parking spaces from the next aisle over and plows into me.
There's a dent on the rear door and the bumper, and a scratch on the quarter panel. All that has to be replaced, plus they're doing an all-wheel alignment since she hit right on the wheel.
She was apologetic and gave me her contact information, her insurance policy number but said she'd really rather pay for it out of pocket. So I was like "Yeah, okay, whatever, I'll call you with the estimate price."
Monday afternoon, I called her, left a voicemail. No word. Tuesday morning, called her, apparently woke her up, judging from the sleepy sound of her voice, gave her the total, had her freak out "WHAT?! I just hit the bumper!" Uh, noooo, I'm looking at my car and you hit right on the rear wheel. She was like "Okay, I'll have to call you back."
Yesterday afternoon, hadn't heard from her by lunchtime, so I called my insurance to see what I needed to do. Got home last night, had a message from them, they advised me to call her insurance. The claim was filed last night after dinner, and this morning, Progressive called me to schedule repairs for my car and reserve me a rental. XD
I just... My poor little car! I've had it for seven years, and I've only been in one previous accident (I rear-ended a lady, whoops), and that was...ffff, three years ago? Now, in the span of three months, my mom ran over a gator while driving me to the airport, the starter died and now this. I think it's time to trade the bluebird in >_> Or stop driving (Yeah, right.)
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