I walked out of a mall this morning to discover my car – picture above – still where I parked it – but not in the same condition it was in, when I locked it and walked on my merry way into the shops to exchange a pair of shoes I bought last week.
No one was around, no one saw anything; not one of the car guards or security guards knew anything about what had happened to my car. Obviously. Just my freakin’ luck.
Fuck. My fiancé was unbelievably calm about it, his legendary temper didn’t even make a hint of an appearance.
And me? I’m just sad. My poor mommy car has been through so much. I don’t really blame whoever pranged into my car and just drove off – after all – what would you have done if it was you?
So yeah. That was *my* day. Please tell me yours was better?