It's been a good day - getting the home inspection set up, getting all the paperwork over to the mortgage officer, getting things accomplished at work.
At least until I left the office, and discovered a big dent in the driver's side front quarter panel of my car, right above the wheel well. It was dark when I left the house in a hurry this morning; I know the dent wasn't there last night. I know I certainly didn't hit anything.
Thanks to the construction on the side street, the half block in front of our house that is available for parking is full to the brim every night. Anyone who comes into the block must make a u-turn or back all the way out of the street to exit. I'm 100 percent certain one of my neighbors banged into my car while turning sometime between my getting home just after ten last night and when I left just after six this morning. Did they leave a note?
You're kidding, right?
It looks as if it may be a quick, cheap fix, but now I have another thing to do on top of everything else, as well as another expense. The deductible on my policy is most likely higher than what this will cost to repair. Part of me wants to wait until I move to get it fixed; people around here are just stupid enough to do it again.
On the other hand, given all the garbage that has happened in the last two weeks - just since I decided to put the offer on the condo - it's obvious Satan is trying really hard to make this as painful a process as possible, and he must not want me moving.
Well, we all know where he can go.
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