Cursed Car

It's official: my car is definately cursed. On this blog, I had written a piece on how I wanted someone to hit my car again so I could collect another settlement check. (My car's been hit twice already and I was able to get more than $3,000 for repairs. Once by a taxi cab while my car was parked on the side of the road and another time only months after buying it.)

However, that saying "Be careful what you wish for," has finally taken on some meaning for me.

On Sunday night, while exiting a parking garage at Alderwood Mall, where I was watching a movie with my brother Bob, a woman backed into my car.

I couldn't believe it -- I was stopped, behind her waiting for her to go. She moved forward, then started to back up, apparently changing her mind.

So I'm off today to get an estimate. I just finally moved down to Olympia and my first full day here will be spent getting an estimate.

Luckily there was little damage to the car. It's getting to the point where I am not sure what is new damage or old -- so I am not going to pursue a big settlement check this time because I honestly only know that the light needs replacing, but there is only scuff marks on the body.

So, instead of "Please someone hit my car", it is now "Please don't hit my car!"

It's beginning to be a hassle.