Tonight while I was having dinner at Mom's, someone hit my car. My PARKED car. I'm not entirely sure because I've honest to God lost count at this point, but I think that makes FIVE total times that my car has been hit while freaking PARKED.
Number of accidents while the car was moving or even in gear? Zero.
And that, people, is how you know the gods just are NOT on your side.
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I truly cannot believe it. I would almost go as far to say that this is number 6. Seriously. How does that happen?
Okay, I totally feel better about my flat tire today. Thanks, man : )
But that is insanity. Not sure what you do in the face of that much bad luck. Also, isn't in the second time it's been hit at your mom's?
How on earth did you get hit at Mom's? Were you in the street? It must be Laura Wilcox's little friends. That's my guess.
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