After feeding the cats and having my morning coffee, I take out the trash prior to running some errands and am greeted with this.
While a chavish 20 something neighbor is picking up peices of his truck from the road and grass in front of my place. Says his truck was hit as well last night, hence the peices by my home.
Oddity of this is that his truck is a good 60 yards away from my car, and around a slight bend in the road.
And is that aroma of ethyl alcohol I smell on his breath?
Cops are called to fill out the paperwork, and after one of the officers confronts my neighbor with a peice of his truck the neighbor had missed, the neighbor admits to having been drinking and driving last night and having bashed into the side of my car with his truck, then leaving the scene to park in front of his place.
*SIGH*
I was so enjoying not having a car payment and driving a vehicle I knew ALL the history on. Now I get to fight with his insurance company to either fix the damage (if the unibody is not fraked, which it may be) or compensate me for the fair value of the car so I can replace it. If the latter I'll likely end up with another year or so of car payments if I buy new.
And I just filled the gas tank on Friday.