I don’t really feel like rehashing this whole miserable story, but feel compelled to at least mention it. Because stuff like this changes your days. And it will probably come up again on future blogs. After my ‘victorious’ run, I went to the gym for my weekly workout with Vicky, and had a GREAT workout. One of those combo cardio/weights circuits that makes even me sweat. After working out I was planning to head to Stockton to meet my sister at Yogelina (my favorite ‘tart’ frozen yogurt shop.)
I walked out of the gym and noticed my car was parked at a REALLY funny angle. I’m not a great parker, so I have a habit of checking my parking to make sure I am centered and relatively straight. And I thought, I’m SURE I didn’t park THAT crooked. Worse yet, it looked like the car on the passenger side had parked so close to mine that it seemed like my car had dented hers. It just didn’t make sense to me until I walked around to get in the drivers side, and BOTH DOORS WERE COMPLETELY BASHED IN!!! Evidently an older gentleman was backing out of a place across the lot and ‘his foot slipped’ (his words, not mine.) He hit my car so hard that it shoved my car into that other car and my car was also BASHED IN on the passenger side.
Insert many paragraphs of angry tense Debby arguing with multiple insurance agents for hours and hours. (You might recall my dislike of all insurance companies.)
At the end of the day, I called my BFF and asked, ‘since you have known me, would you say I have had more than my share of bad luck with cars?’ And she said, ‘Yes.’ But then I said, ‘but I realize at the same time that I have been extraordinarily blessed with more than my share of really good friends.’ I had gotten home because my good friend Sandi came and rescued me so I didn’t have to sit in a parking lot and argue on my cell phone. And then she let me borrow her car for the night, since the insurance companies couldn’t get it together to get me a rental car before the end of the day. And yes, I did stress eat just a little. We finally went out to lunch at 2 pm, and I did get a quesadilla and I did enjoy it very much. I rescued the day by having my favorite turkey salad combo that comes in at only 135 calories for dinner, and ended up with a great dish of ‘strawberry frozen yogurt’ (a la Dietgirl) with 16 chocolate chips and 3 walnut halves crumbled on top (that was because I didn’t get to go to Yogelina in Stockton.)
Today things seem a little calmer and brighter. I spent the afternoon with Sandi (because we had planned a crafting day a long time ago) and they brought the rental car to me. I got a little sad when I went to get some stuff out of my car at the body shop. You know, they just give you a basic car from the rental place. And my car was SUCH a nice car. I didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have. AND, it was paid off. I was hoping to get a couple more years of ‘no car payment’ out of it. But I went to the gym (man, there’s a whole ‘nother group of people in there at 4pm) and really challenged myself to work out hard, and then headed home to the doggies.