Today I was the bug.
I parked y car in the parking garage across the street from my office, went to work, worked hard, then returned to my car at 430 pm to go home only
to find that someone smashed the front bumper of my car. No note. No nothing. Just shattered pieces of my headlight and a smashed passenger side front
I went back to my office building to the security office only to be informed the cameras in the garage were non-operational and then proceeded to get
a 20 minute lecture on how parking there is at my own risk. I know that. I wasnt trying to get them to pay. All I wanted was the sorry person who hit
me to take responsibility for hitting my car.
So then I go back to my car and start my on hour commute home. I was on the interstate all of 15 seconds when an old lady rear ended me. SERIOUSLY????
We pull off of the highway and we both got out and she apologizes then starts talking to me about things I am not totally understanding. I realize
real quick she has dimentia.
The wonderful police come do nothing and tell me to pick up a report in 3 days for my insurance. WHAT?? MY INSURANCE?? SHE HIT ME!!! I start to
protest, then the cop tells me Kentucky is a "no fault" state. (I am not a Kentucky native, I have only lived here a couple of years)
What the heck. So now my insurance has to pay for my damages. So now I have to pay $1000 deductible when I did nothing to cause either incident.
I come home and call my insurance company and they tell me the same thing. So now, I am out a grand and my car for the time it will take to get it
End of the story? NOT HARDLY.
I come home park my car and go to put my key in my front door. The blasted door knob fell off. Not to be defeated I hit the keypad on my garage door
to get in that way, it worked. BUT, when I was walking through the garage I fell UP the steps to the door. WHO FALLS UP STEPS???
I get in the house, put on my pajamas and grab a bowl of cereal. That is pathetic in itself. I go to the living room to sit down and the light blew
in my living room.
I go to the garage to get the ladder so I can fix the bulb and as I am carrying the ladder through the dining room I hit the corner of the ladder on
the screen door (It closed behind me because I neglected to slide the little thing to hold it open) and the glass in the storm door shattered.
I put the ladder down and go retrieve the broom and dustpan to clean up the glass and you guessed it! I stepped (barefooted) on a piece of glass. I
just spent an hour pulling a shard of glass out of the bottom of my foot.
My cereal was soggy so I decided to eat a bag of miniature rolos instead. Yeah there is more. I bit into one (it is soft chocolate and caramel Folks)
and my filling came out.
I am afraid to move or touch anything else.
Life is so not fair. Now all I can do is sit here and try not to cry. I am totally flusterpated.
Has anyone else EVER had a day like this???