So once again i get that call… “Dad?”… “Hi Melanie, what’s up?”… “well, it’s sort of.. well, you know, your car?”… “Yes Melanie, I know my car… why?”… “Well (blurting out really fast)… SOMEONE HIT IT AGAIN”.
Thanks Mel. Three times in 3 weeks. You really need to get your own car… or a bicycle. 🙂
Scott. . . a bicycle might not work well. . . how about a hummer Melanie?! Yeah, I think that sounds safe.
NOT! do you know what those cost? I could buy us both a new car (after she gets done ruining this one) for the price of one hummer.
When the boys bought their first car, it was a 1986 (in 1999) Buick Park Avenue. . . safe huh? Matt drove to school his entire senior year among yuppie Gig Harbor kids and their beemers. He parked in the same place ever day, backing into the fence. By Spring his car appeared no larger than a VW Bug – he caved a trunk size dent in that fence – never scratched that boat of iron. That’s what Mel needs – an ancient Buick Park Avenue – the biggest boat on the planet!
maybe …. but did you hear the news? It got hit again… 4th time’s the charm! 🙂
only three! and all on the same side :p the first one on the door, the second one on the bumper, and the third connecting the first two via the fender.
She doesn’t count the bashing into the garage because it wasn’t her fault you know!
Yeah mel… so now the car is really like one big scratch w/ blue paint inbetween.