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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Sunday, June 20, 2004
Sigh. I do hate confirming the stereotype that women are shit drivers. Sorry girls.
In my defence, I had just been in the office for twelve hours, putting up with the patronising one, and was very keen to get home. Alas, I didn't even get out of the parking lot. I'd parked in a different space to normal. I normally part between two cars on the second level, but on Friday I instead parked on the bottom level of the car park - next to a pillar. I normally don't park next to pillars. Now I know where that instinct comes from.
Pulling out of the space, I swung my car to the left, completely forgetting the pillar to the right rear of my car. Poor Mac's front wing went crashing into the pillar. And was well and truly hammered. What was worse was that the panel had bent in, wedging my front wheel out to the right. Which meant the RAC had to come out and rescue me, cause of course I couldn't drive it. Those in the knowledge ended up being the smug "yeah, women really can't drive can they" security guy at the gate, and embarassingly, one of the girls from production, who was really sweet, but god it's embarassing sharing your problems, esepcially when you're crying like a big girl's blouse. See, I cry when I get really angry (this personal quality is an EXTREME liability in trying to get people to take me seriously)- and for a whole hour at least, I was raging furious with myself. Hence, many very cross tears.
Since the only real damage seemed to be the front panel, I was hoping I could just pay the repair costs myself and not have to put it through insurance. Oh ho - so wrong. Toyota = £700 just for labour! And they wanted to replace the door as well (which is badly scratched, but otherwise fine), and what with the metallic paint (swell), it was looking to be well over a grand for one frickin dent! I mean, jesus! Things looked better at some of the local garages - who only needed to replace the panel, and charged nearly £450 less for labour, but as Popo pointed out, going to another garage could put my warranty under risk. Ishk. So I am being helf hostage by the Toyota garage, and cannot afford to do anything but go through insurance. 6 years of no claims down the toilet. At least I'll be 25 in 9 months.
5:46 pm
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