So, I just hit a girl (by which I mean her car) in a gas station parking lot. We exchanged insurance information and went about our separate ways, I got back to my apartment, started flipping out in typical fashion and called Aud...only for her to initially interpret it as me telling her that I had hit the girl. When you need a reality check, the universe provides. It was a seriously minor accident (I was backing out of a parking space, checked blind spot, looked forward, checked blind spot again...hello, car!) that didn't even scratch my paint and put a few scratches and a thumbnail-sized crack into hers, but I'm still fairly pissed at myself. The girl wasn't hurt, and I'm due for an oil change next weekend, anyway, so that they can look for any unseen damage. I'm restraining my schnauzer tendencies by reminding myself over and over again that this it was just about the most minor of possible accidents that I could have had and still claim the name.
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