So my dad has bestowed on me the title of \\”irresponsible\\”.<\/p>\n
I was standing obliviously on the passenger side of my car with Xing…discussing how to move my stuff from my apartment. Then a car was backing up and Xing exclaimed that the guy hit my car. Slow reaction? YES. I sort of trotted to the driver\\’s side of the car and looked to see if there was any damage. Didn\\’t see any. I looked at the car driving away…and glanced at the license plate for a second. Then I went to my apartment to move my stuff.<\/p>\n
THEN I returned. I opened the door on the driver\\’s side. It only opened a crack. I tugged on it and it refused to budge. TO MY HORROR, Xing pointed out a round dent near the door hinge. GRRRRR..<\/p>\n
Then I went home and my dad gave me a lecture on responsibility. How if I paid for the car and insurance, I would have ran after the guy like a maniac. And I guess that\\’s true because I would wring the neck of the first person that drops my digicam. BUT MY CAR. sobby.<\/p>\n
In other news, I twisted my right ankle (again). I tripped three times near the back of my car.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So my dad has bestowed on me the title of \\”irresponsible\\”. I was standing obliviously on the passenger side of my car with Xing…discussing how to move my stuff from my apartment. Then a car was backing up and Xing … Continue reading