Today is one of those days when I look forward to tomorrow for a do-over.
It started off with making a quick breakfast, then heading downtown to pay our car registration. The woman handed me the tag, and as I walked away, I noticed it was for a Chevy with a disabled person classification. My Toyota isn't a Chevy, and I'm not disabled. I took it back for correction.
Over the weekend, my husband and I built a frame for a raised bed garden. I was planning on going to Lowe's to pick up a few items and spend my day prepping the box. We're not quite ready to plant anything in the ground, but it's getting close.
I was stopped at a stoplight less than a mile from my house. There was big *thump* and I gasped in disbelief. I was rear ended. There was absolutely nothing I could have done to avoid it - there was a truck in front of me on a two lane overpass. Fortunately, he didn't hit me too hard. There was minor damage to my bumper...on my brand new car (not a Chevy) that just rolled over 4100 miles today.
The guy was apologetic, but not exactly remorseful. He was trying to make jokes, and I wasn't exactly in the mood. He tried to persuade me to go outside the insurance company - he said he would pay if I got an estimate. I took pictures of our car damage. My bumper was scraped with a small puncture. Much of his bumper was shattered, most likely due to prior damage. That was why my bumper was punctured from a sharp edge. He admitted as much that this has happened before.
Maybe it is just minor bumper damage, but this is a brand new car - I wasn't going to NOT get it fixed. If his insurance rate goes up, it's not my problem. If we went outside the insurance companies, I'd be putting myself at risk of holding the bill. In addition, if I let him pay under the table, I wouldn't have a rental car while repairs were being made. So I called the insurance companies.
By the time of my appointment for the damage inspection, the other driver's insurance company accepted responsibility. I left my car with them to be repaired, and got a rental car.
That was all settled by 4pm - not exactly how I planned to spend my afternoon. I went to fill the gas tank in the rental car and found that the fuel tank cover release button was broken. Good grief. Did I walk under a ladder on a full moon with black cats recently? I figured out how to work around it, but I was exasperated!
When I finally got to Lowe's, I got yelled at by one of the workers who told me that the section was closed off, except there were not any signs indicating that. Thoroughly fed up and at the end of my rope, I told her "I don't care. What I need is right there." I walked up and grabbed it.
I went to the grocery store on the way home and bought a quart of milk and steaks for dinner. When I got home, I discovered that the seal had been broken and there was milk all over the shopping bags.
I'm not drinking milk with a broken seal, so I'll be taking it back tomorrow.
I'm in bed, seriously hoping that I don't get sucked into a black hole or abducted by aliens with the way my day has gone.