KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
What the hell...
It's 7 freaking 30 in the morning... who the hell is pounding on my door...???
At first I was thinking the workers had forgotten the code to the lock box or something. Then I realized it was 7:30 a.m. and that was way too early for them to be starting.
I looked through the peephole to find my neighbor on the other side of the door.
Not the young, hot guy who bought the giant 5-bedroom house on the one side of me. No. Not him.
It was the guy from the other side.
Now the people on the other side are not super friendly, but of all of them, he seems to be the nicest.
But really, why is he on my porch pounding on my door at that ungodly hour. (Ungodly for me is anything before 9 a.m. I am a night person who tends to stay up until at least midnight, usually later.)
Me (opening door while wearing jammie pants and a flimsy tank top): Hi.
Him: Wow. I am really sorry to tell you this, but... I backed into your car.
Me: Um. OK. Um. Let me get my keys and I will be right out.
So I grabbed my keys and a sweatshirt and slipped on some flip-flops.
There is a pretty small dent in the hood and the grill is cracked. It doesn't look too bad.
Expect for the fact that he hit it right in the spot where the hood latches. So the hood latch thing was forced up, causing the dent. And I can't get the hood open.
He was so nice and so apologetic about it.
His car, a Jeep Wrangler, seems to be fine. What hit my car was not actually his car, but the giant bike rack that he has on the back of it.
He gave me his insurance info and told me to come by later if I needed anything else. But he had to get to work.
Now, normally I do not park on the street. Normally I park inside my garage. I am one of the few people on my street who uses the garage as a garage and not as storage or a rec room.
But I wanted to give the kitchen workers total access to the garage.
I had been parking in the driveway and getting up at 8 to move the car. Last night I decided to park on the street and sleep in until 9.
So much for that idea, because of course I never did really get back to sleep after that.
I called my sister on the way to work (yes, the car still runs fine) and her reaction was "Your car is the devil!"
Yes, it does seem to be a trouble magnet.