So, I kinda hit someone's car yesterday.
Yeah, I've officially been in a multi-car accident or something. Now before you get all panicked and start sending me flowers, chocolates, 20s stuffed in envelopes and videos games (I own a GameCube, no X-box titles, please); it was sub-5 mph in a friend's parking lot. It's this horribly designed little thing where all the tenants are aggies with gigantic trucks. I underestimated the gigantosity of one of the SUVs and tagged it on my rear driver's side, right below my fuel nozzle.
Now, if you know my car, this is a good thing. That's the spot where the ditz who owned it before me hit someone, as well as one of the spots that was heavily bondo-ed after my car was salvaged. In short, the area under my gas nozzle is the red-headed stepchild of my autobody and is used to this kind of abuse; it even likes abuse every once in a while to remind it that it is still loved (I know it has problems, I'm getting it counseling). So really all that happened was I lost some crappy bondo, I stole a light amount of plastic from some fricking SUV (I doubt s/he would have even noticed the scratch in the plastic unless I'd left that note) and I got a very slight dent on my rear driver-side door. Hopefully this will count towards my statiscally alloted accidents in my lifetime, so I won't have to worry for another x.x years.
