Monday, March 14, 2005
It was a good thing my car was so clean, because I had to take it to the collision center today. $874!!! Why in the HELL does it cost that much to fix a tiny dent and some paint scratching? The poor woman who caused the accident is probably going to have to quit eating to pay it off, and although it was definitely her fault, I feel AWFUL about it. We didn't file a police report after she turned left from the right lane right in front of me, and everyone at work kept telling me she was going to screw me and say I was at fault and her neck was starting to hurt. Well, she did the decent thing and claimed responsibility and restored my faith in humanity. And she was so unbelievably sad about it when we were standing there in the street that I almost felt like it really was my fault--I don't like making people sad. And the guy at the collision center kept asking me if I wanted to get this other little dent fixed while I was at it... he must have seen my look of horror. No, asswipe! I don't! I asked him repeatedly to try to keep the cost down, but he decided I needed to have the whole frickin car taken apart and repainted and some rivet-thingy put in and all that. I'm like, Christ, can't i just go get some silver fingernail polish and cover it up?
Posted by Sarah Moïse Young at 2:00 PM