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Wednesday, September 08, 2010

What Year Is This?



My name is Carina.


I am thirty-four years old.



And I wrecked my dad's new car last night.



30 comments:

cabesh said...

GET. OUT.

rookie cookie said...

Ouch. Big ouch.

What kind of car was it? And how hard did you cry?

AzĂșcar said...

So I didn't wreck-wreck it, instead I shut a garage door on it.

Yup.

Here's what happened:

He suggested I take his car to drop my sister off at the airport, which I did. I drove his car back to his house and parked it in the garage. I ever-so-carefully pulled in the car and gently tapped the hanging tennis ball with the windshield--you know, the hanging tennis ball that lets you know exactly where to stop the car so it fits perfectly inside the garage. And then I shut the garage door.

Except the tennis ball hadn't been changed from the old position. The tennis ball was calibrated to fit his OLD CAR. So the garage door closed right on his bumper and did a number on it.

HOW OLD AM I?

AzĂșcar said...

A brand new Camry Hybrid.

No tears.

I just feel awful.

Kids! They never stop screwing it up for you!

Eliana said...

OUCH - maybe some cookies will make things better. Good ones solve a whole slew of problems in my life :)

ali said...

ok, that messes with my head, because I was hoping that as soon as they left the house I'd be free of the damage...

The real question is, did your mom or dad say "We just can't keep anything nice" when they found out?

Marianne & Clayton said...

Hello! Totally his fault! (I hope he doesn't read your blog comments) You should sue for emotional distress.

Ugh. Too much law school, sorry.

craftyashley said...

No no no no. I did not just read that. It's bad juju. I am borrowing my Mom's car while mine is getting new brakes. (oh! fun purchases!)

I am DETERMINED to get her car back to her unscathed! DETERMINED!

fijiangirl said...

I say it's his fault for not properly adjusting the tennis ball.

Becca said...

Aaaaahhhh! My condolences.

Emily said...

Ah, the hanging tennis ball. Good times. And wrecking Dad's car just keeps you young!

Amy said...

That's one way to keep feeling young.

rookie cookie said...

A Camry Hybrid. Those are super nice. Look at you screwing up your old man's ride when he is just trying to do his part for Mother Earth.

When I was growing up, we didn't have a tennis ball. We had an old Barbie McDonald's toy and she was hung on a noose. I guess after 6 girls, my mom wanted to make a statement.

Likely said...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I can hear thte crunch and hear your heart sink into your stomach. Man.

Let's turn this on him and ask --- why was there no sensor on the garage door opener???

What year is this?? :)

wendysue said...

It's only like you were still a teenager if you slipped a note under his bedroom door saying you're sooooooooo sorry about what happened, then went to bed.

Jen said...

OUCH

and


YIKES!!

lisa said...

Ouch!

This did give me a good idea though.

My dad has never let me forget the time I ran the car through the back of the garage.

BUT!

THERE WAS NO TENNIS BALL!

Clearly not my fault!

Annette Lyon said...

Oh. My.

kami @ nobiggie.net said...

I loved 1992!

Bummer...I mean Vagina-er.

Really...that blows.

Amy Jones said...

Well, dammit.

Jill said...

Yikes! that brings back memories...

I wrecked my dad's car twice. Hit in the SAME spot on the car. Two years apart ...

I don't drive it anymore.

Jill K said...

the lesson here is don't trust a hanging tennis ball.

jennyonthespot said...

Oh. Lady. And I like what Jill K said. SO really, it was the fault of the tennis ball anyway. They're always screwing with people.

Sell...Party Of 4 said...

why did I laugh when I read this? I didn't mean to.

Jennifer B. said...

No




way.

annily said...

did he ground you?

Clyde said...

Double Oops! Now that we know that you weren't crying... what about him?

dmarie said...

man.

Petit Elefant said...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. No. Nonononono.

Amanda said...

If it makes you feel any better I backed into my parent's garage door the other day. My Dad told me, "It's OK honey, these things happen..." and I told him, "Yeah, but they are supposed to happen when I am 16 - not 32!"