Princess Fix IT

Over the next few days, the parking lot I rent a space in is having the pavement re-sealed. This leaves me to fend for myself and find street parking. Back home, this certainly wasn't an issue as Texas is one giant parking lot, but here in Chicago, I am in an overpopulated race to find space. Having a quad cab truck doesn't typically make parking a breeze, but if a spot is found early enough in the day, it isn't so bad.

Last night, Kevin found a decent spot for my baby, my most expensive purchase to date, my lovely beast, my truck. Apparently someone felt the need to not pay attention to where their vehicle was going and proceeded to hit my truck. My poor truck. They dented the rear bumper, busted the taillight and scraped the paint off the rear corner. Fucker! I realize this is minor in the scheme of things and I have decent coverage, so I'm not sweatin it too much, but that's not what bothers me. What bothers me is this individual didn't have the balls to stand up and say, I did this and now I'm going to take responsibility for it.

Apparently it is just too much too ask for some people to say ?I fucked up, let me make things better.? Lord knows, I'm no fuckin saint and I screw up just as much as anyone else, if not more. But when I do, I like to think I take it like the ballsy broad I am!

The thing that strikes me as funny in all this is the following...

A few weeks ago when Kevin backed into a parked car, he left a note, filed a police report, called the insurance company and just all around, did the right thing.

Karma, ain't it a cranky lil bitch.