It Hurts My Heart

On Saturday Kat and I went to get haircuts in Santa Monica. Afterward, we wanted to meet up with my old college roommate for dim sum. As I was parking into a tiny compact space I felt a light thump. Oh crap, I hit the parking pole. I immediately jumped out and realized that the right side of my bumper was scratched. Not just one scratch, but many scratches embedded into my bumper. Paint was taken off! To top it all off, the restaurant was closed for construction and my old roommate wanted me to go to another place for dim sum. Fabulous.

When I went home I told my dad and he just laughed. He laughed at my misfortune! He simply shrugged, “It happens to every new car.” Quite the contrary Pops, it shouldn’t happen to my car. Both my parents laughed and asked if I cried or if I had a heart attack. Yes to both, my heart did stop and I’m still crying on the inside. My dad tried waxing the damage off, but it was useless. I curse myself for being so careless.

Banshee came over on the way to Justin’s final day of filming. She said the car damage wasn’t that bad, but this was inside the dim garage. When we came back after filming my dad asked if he noticed that he fixed my car? What? No. My “brilliant” father used a Sharpie black marker and colored in the scratches. Now, from a garage, it’s fine. But, in the daylight it looks just like that - a brown marker over scratches.

This whole state of affairs really pains me. I take pride in keeping my material possessions nice and new. I have Hello Kitty stickers circa 1986 still in its plastic.

I’m going to look into getting some touch up paint. Or black nail polish from Hot Topic as Banshee suggested. If all fails, I’m definitely going to the body shop to have them fix it. I don’t care if they laugh at me as my father says they will.

It’s my car and I’ll cry if I want to, you would cry too if it happened to you.