went to pump gas last night, spent a few minutes getting my things together then i opened my door and i felt the car move. at that point i was like WTF?!?! NOO! looked back and the driver drove way to close and scrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaped my back quarter panel...i get out of my car and then look at her car and then i see my car and i have that look on my face
convo went like this
me: O! O! O!!!! what the f!!!
(she sees the look on my face)
her: calm down its just car
me: its my baby!!!!
you scratched my baby!
her: its ok! you need to calm down
(at that point i calmed myself and took a few deep breaths)
me: you dont understand...just get your insurance info and ill get mine
her: i dont have my insurance card
me: then you need to bust out your license and info cause the shit just got real.
i called her insurance company right then and there and got all the info. now i gotta go and have her "looked at" to get an estimate. her insurance said i can leave the car at the body shop. i told them "no...ill stay and watch thanks." her: sir, its not necessary, its going to take... me: ma'am i dont think you'd leave your kids unsupervised, im not leaving mine.
so now...i have to take her in to get her patched up. no dents, but dammit...someone cheer me up. pls?