I was rear-ended last week in stop-and-go traffic on my way to taiko practice. I’m okay; Grethe the Jetta is mostly okay, but she needs some body work. At the time I was mostly annoyed about being late to taiko. On Mondays I can already only practice for an hour before I have to go to an evening class. Making me miss the first twenty minutes, too? Oh no she didn’t. *does the snappy thing, poorly*

A few days later, though, I got a phone call back from the insurance agent I’d filed the claim with that started, “Those people who hit you? They’re a couple of liars.”

Apparently the girl whose policy it was first said that her sister was driving, then tried to file a medical claim for her sister, only to be told that all she had was liability coverage. At some point she changed her story and said that she herself had been driving. Or something like that. At least she admitted fault. I think.

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Almost forgot about the ol’ ‘PoMo today, but here I am! Twenty minutes left in the day.

Today I took Grethe in for her 5000-mile checkup. There’s a knob on my dashboard for some special A/C vent that’s been stuck closed ever since I got the car, so I asked the service folks to look at it. A couple hours later the guy called me back and tried to get me to pay fifty bucks for them to take the console apart and look at it. It wasn’t under warranty, he said, because that bit had been taken off and painted.

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A week ago I walked out of the grocery store and spotted a car just like mine, but with a big gash in the corner of its bumper. My momentary freak-out ended when I saw my own ungashed car two spaces away.

But the next day, as I walked up to my very own car in my very own apartment parking space, I noticed that the light was reflecting strangely off of the rear passenger-side door. Further inspection revealed that the door panel had indeed been smushed in. No paint damage, fortunately, just an obvious foot-long vertical crease. Rage! Frustration! Fistshake!

Did I mention that this car is now a month old? One month. All this time I’ve been freaking out about bumping or scratching the pretty new finish, and then some idiot had to go and do it for me.

The bastard is completely anonymous, too. On that side of my apartment parking spot are two poles and my bike, and no one parks in the next spot over, so it had to have happened while I was out somewhere. I hope the culprit gets a bad case of chicken pox. Or pubic lice. Something REALLY itchy.