I got my Edge back today. No, I’m not talking about a resurgence of my personal mojo; I’m talking about my Ford Edge. They had it in the shop all week. Here’s why. Every year our extended family strolls around the neighborhood singing Christmas carols and delivering cookies. We try to pay particular attention to those who are sick, newly widowed, or facing some kind of challenge.
Last December there was snow on the ground at the time, so we took my car to certain locations, knowing my mother-in-law wouldn’t be able to navigate the treacherous footing at night. Well, she probably would have navigated the footing a lot better than I navigated the driveway.
Unbeknownst to me, my son-in-law had parked his black jeep in the driveway, and I backed my SUV out of the garage, right into his.
Fa la la la la.
It was totally my fault, and I felt terrible about it.
I was finally able to get it repaired today, to the tune of $1,433.97, so I feel crummy about it all over again. But, hey, they washed it—both the inside and outside—and it looks a lot better than it has all winter.
Next time, though, I’ll wash it myself and save a pile of money.
Image Credit: newsweek.com.
Oh no! I did the self-same thing to my friend’s new black Volvo several years ago. Headed right into it as I left my garage. Years later, another friend parked his dark blue car behind mine. Once again, as I pulled out of the garage, I did not see his car. Am I a two-time loser? Nope, did it a third time. Why do people keep parking behind me!!!!!!!!