Thursday, May 26, 2011
Yesterday, on my lunch break, I was heading up the main drag to a thrift store (because that's what I do when I have an hour to spare) when I was struck by a car exiting a strip mall. The driver, a sweet 19 yr old girl, was very solicitous and apologetic; to my relief she was actually licensed and insured (not necessarily a given in this town). Three hours later my undriveable car was at a body shop, I was in possession of a rental, and I was home icing my neck and back.
Today my insurance company phoned with the bad news that my very nice, paid-off Saab is totalled. The car I was planning to drive for (at least) several more years is not worth repairing. They will give me a cheque for a substantially lesser amount than I will need to replace my wheels. F@#k.
So I now have to do one of my least-favourite things in the whole world: buy a car.
*Just* what I wanted to do this weekend. Not.
Universe, I am asking you to lead me to the right car. Because I have no idea how to get there on my own. In fact, a bicycle is looking pretty attractive right now.
Posted by Hashi at 7:06 PM