Tonight after working out I went and got takeout at a place near Steph's new apartment. We have a standing date to watch "The Biggest Loser" and work out every Tuesday. The working out means we can eat more...right?
Anyway, I was heading north on Hennepin in Uptown and all of a sudden a car turns into the intersection I'm about to cross. I slammed my brakes and luckily my front end only hit her back bumper and the area around her wheel and not, say, the middle of her car. So, yay, alive. Counting my blessings.
However.
I wouldn't need to count this particular blessing if she hadn't made a turn into oncoming traffic. I apologized and made sure she was okay, and we didn't file a police report since both our cars are driveable and the damage is minimal. But my front right bumper is hanging low and has gray paint from her car on it. The paint I don't even mind so much; I'd just like the bumper to not be all janky and hanging off.
She was really cooperative and very apologetic, and seemed really nice. She even admitted that she didn't see me. Which I guess is all one dreams of when it comes to these things. ("Dear Diary, I wish for a really nice lady to turn into oncoming traffic and hit me one day. I hopehopehope she is friendly!") We swapped contact information and tomorrow I'm going to go get a quote for a repair and e-mail her . If she will pay all or part of it, I won't involve insurance. My car isn't worth all that much, but I do want it looking presentable, and any claim I filed wouldn't be exorbitant. We're talking about reattaching a bumper properly.
But still. I'm stressed and pissed and just...pissed again. I don't mind driving an older car because it's well maintained, has zero payments and looks nice. Oh, nevermind on that last part. My old-but-good car is going as a piece of crap for Halloween. Thorough disguise!
So anyway, cross your cyber fingers that:
1. Her e-mail address is real.
2. The repair isn't too expensive.
3. It's a relatively easy fix.
4. She's decent enough to pony up.
