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Earlier this morning I was trying to park in this tiny space.

(Can anyone see where this story is heading?)

I think I’ve got it. I know I’ve got it. Then I hear crunch. shit. I scrape up all along their front bumper and there’s paint all over my passenger door. I have been in a number of fender benders, but most of them weren’t really my fault, and I still get my ear chewed out by my mother, so I can only imagine what she’ll say this time.

I left a note on their windshield with my number, but they haven’t called yet. Is it awful for me to wish that it blows away? That I can say I left a note, tried to do the right thing, but if fate wishes it, the number gets lost or blown away? PLEASE?

*sigh* I’ll have to face the music eventually. And I know it won’t be as bad as I am making it out to be. But here’s hoping I don’t receive any phone calls….