Well that was fun.
I got to the boys house the other night and realized that someone had hit my car. Great. Smashed it.
The entire bumper is shattered and I’m a little upset.
It happened between leaving the restaurant for dinner and me getting to the boys house. In that time, I parked one block north of my apartment. I also had people in the car the entire night, so it’s not like I hit something and just bailed.
I didn’t hear any crunching and when I parked, there were no cars behind me. I drove to the boys and when I got there, I noticed the damage.
It doesn’t add up to me, but I’m really frustrated that someone would hit my car and then not leave a note.


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free spirit, lover of red wine, bacon, sushi, the ocean, and adventure. I work in the legal field, do freelance writing, and take care of children.

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