Murphy continues to live on my shoulder.
Evidence: The 6 foot-long tree branch that fell through my beautiful little Volvo S60's sunroof on Monday.
The total bill for repairs? $2640.37.
Thank Harold for car insurance, damn him for $500 deductibles.
I'm afoot and enjoying it. . . sort of. I feel locked in to the path between home and the lab with no hope of escape to, say, a grocery store to restock my thoroughly depleted beer supply, or to the mall to redeem a couple of Happy Birthday To You $10 store cards.
It's 3 o'clock and I haven't heard from the shop, so I assume that I won't be getting my pretty little car back today. So I now have no hope of escaping to Louisville for a Saturday night with my Boy, or to Sam's for a toilet paper and laundry detergent run. I can only hope to have it back on Monday, in time for my Wednesday morning road trip for a three-day stay at Purdue in West Lafayette.
I said it before, I'll say it again: STEP OFF, MURPHY!
Edited to add: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! shitdamnfuckadamndamn Just got off the phone with the nice man at the body shop. My car is in the paint shop right now, she has no headliner, disengaged airbags, and a damaged console. He ordered the parts on Tuesday. Tuesday, people, and the parts haven't arrived yet. What the hell?!? He says he'll have the car back from the pain shop on Monday, and he hopes he'll have the parts that day, too. He still thinks he can get 'er back to me on Tuesday.
I sure hope so. I don't feel like driving a university car to Purdue.
AARRGH!
Evidence: The 6 foot-long tree branch that fell through my beautiful little Volvo S60's sunroof on Monday.
The total bill for repairs? $2640.37.
Thank Harold for car insurance, damn him for $500 deductibles.
I'm afoot and enjoying it. . . sort of. I feel locked in to the path between home and the lab with no hope of escape to, say, a grocery store to restock my thoroughly depleted beer supply, or to the mall to redeem a couple of Happy Birthday To You $10 store cards.
It's 3 o'clock and I haven't heard from the shop, so I assume that I won't be getting my pretty little car back today. So I now have no hope of escaping to Louisville for a Saturday night with my Boy, or to Sam's for a toilet paper and laundry detergent run. I can only hope to have it back on Monday, in time for my Wednesday morning road trip for a three-day stay at Purdue in West Lafayette.
I said it before, I'll say it again: STEP OFF, MURPHY!
Edited to add: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! shitdamnfuckadamndamn Just got off the phone with the nice man at the body shop. My car is in the paint shop right now, she has no headliner, disengaged airbags, and a damaged console. He ordered the parts on Tuesday. Tuesday, people, and the parts haven't arrived yet. What the hell?!? He says he'll have the car back from the pain shop on Monday, and he hopes he'll have the parts that day, too. He still thinks he can get 'er back to me on Tuesday.
I sure hope so. I don't feel like driving a university car to Purdue.
AARRGH!
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Date: April 9th, 2004 01:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: April 9th, 2004 01:27 pm (UTC)you never told me your car got whacked (well, sorta)!!!
If you want to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow, I'd be happy to drive. I need to go too, so we'd both benefit from it. Let me know...
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Date: April 9th, 2004 01:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: April 9th, 2004 02:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: April 9th, 2004 02:05 pm (UTC)I figured it was the best bet insurance-wise. Meh.
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Date: April 9th, 2004 02:05 pm (UTC)Even the most minor fender bender is going to ruin two peoples' months.
Maybe the univ had something FUN you could drive???
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Date: April 9th, 2004 02:07 pm (UTC)And if the sunroof leaks, I'M going to hit the roof!
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Date: April 9th, 2004 02:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: April 9th, 2004 02:14 pm (UTC)My sympathies, buddy.
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Date: April 9th, 2004 02:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: April 9th, 2004 03:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: April 9th, 2004 03:23 pm (UTC)