Monday I drove into work early to hit the gym, as I normally do. I brought my gym bag back to my car afterwards, as I normally do. I headed out to lunch at Subway, as I normally…..wait! Where did these scratches all over the side of my car come from? Low and behold, deep scratches and even a dent were on my passenger side door and I had not noticed them earlier in the morning. How is this possible? Did someone try to back into the spot next to me since the time I had dropped off my bag, hit my car, and then take off? Argggghh! I looked at all the cars nearby to see if there was any gold paint on them. Nothing. So I drove to Subway in a bad mood.
While waiting in line, I sent a text to Julie telling her about it and the response I got shocked (but not necessarily surprised) me. “I did it yesterday,” she said. So this would be the 3rd time she scratched up my car? I lost count. Apparently, she was parallel parking and hit a landscaping rock. I have told her she (as opposed to me) will be getting the scratches out. She has already gone to Advance Auto to buy rubbing compound but I am still waiting. Why do I get the feeling I will be working to get them out within the next week?