Last Friday, I found out that my car got hit and it left scratches on my bumper. They were not really big but the paint was peeled off. Those were my first after six months of having my car. I felt terrible and I did not even know who did it. After a carwash last Sunday, my car looked better and only the part that was peeled off was noticeable.
This morning, I was in a hurry to go to work since clients would be in the office and we were told to come in early. As I was backing, my phone rang. It was a coworker so I figured I should answer and it must be important. Damn, as I was talking to her, it took me three attempts before I could finally back clearly from my apartment's crowded parking space. I finished talking to her but for some reason, I wasn't really paying attention to my driving. As I turned right to go outside, I heard a bang. Damn, I hit my neighbor's car. I went down to check her car but it was such an old one, I couldn't even tell if I really hit it. I guess, I hit it on the front's bumper but no one could really tell so I just went back to my car and drove to work. After parking my car, I checked my car and there they were, two kinda long lines at the side of the left passenger seat. Oh my, I was really sweating when I saw the scratches. They were worst than last week's. What a way to start my day? I felt terrible again but also stupid. Poor car and poor me. Hu hu hu hu ... maybe, I should just think that good thing those were just scratches. I hope there's no more third one. As they always say, shit happens! Oh well, it's just a car so I should stop whining.
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