Son of a WHORE. I got rear-ended two hours ago and just got home. So I have to fix my car. Again.

My horrible luck with cars and car damage aside, this time I really feel worse for the other guy. He’d had the car three days, and his was totaled. Mine has a few scratches on the bumper, which means they’ll probably replace it. Also, it was his birthday.

He did everything right, too. A car in front of us slammed on its brakes; my car can stop on a dime, and it did…his couldn’t and he skidded into me. Two minutes later, while we were still calling the police on the side of the road, someone ELSE was rear ended RIGHT NEXT TO US. They ended up pulled off the road ten feet ahead of us, and the same police car had to handle both accidents.

I guess that was his vindication. Or bad luck on the part of all four of us. Oh well. I missed my class, so I’m going to go wait for work now, I guess.