9/08/2010 12:00:00 PM
catch a break? I can't even see them as they whizz by,
it seemed like a good idea at the time,
people are stupid,
Ouch. Big ouch. What kind of car was it? And how hard did you cry?
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?
A brand new Camry Hybrid.No tears.I just feel awful.Kids! They never stop screwing it up for you!
OUCH - maybe some cookies will make things better. Good ones solve a whole slew of problems in my life :)
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?
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.
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!
I say it's his fault for not properly adjusting the tennis ball.
Aaaaahhhh! My condolences.
Ah, the hanging tennis ball. Good times. And wrecking Dad's car just keeps you young!
That's one way to keep feeling young.
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.
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?? :)
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.
OUCH and YIKES!!
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!
I loved 1992! Bummer...I mean Vagina-er. Really...that blows.
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.
the lesson here is don't trust a hanging tennis ball.
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.
why did I laugh when I read this? I didn't mean to.
did he ground you?
Double Oops! Now that we know that you weren't crying... what about him?
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. No. Nonononono.
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!"
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