Vexation with cars
Jul. 31st, 2012 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrI got rear-ended at a stop light this weekend. Totally not my fault: I was waiting for turn arrow to turn green. More specifically, the woman behind me was rear-ended, and she in turn rammed into me. Delia was in the back seat. We don't think anyone was hurt, and although the noise was horrendous, that must have been the noise of the car behind me getting hit. We ended up with little more than scratches on the bumper.
Still, I have to get it a body shop to get an estimate done tomorrow. Which wouldn't be much of a hassle, except that Rob has not one but TWO flat tires. He got one and put on the spare, and I TOLD him he had to get it in and get it fixed. And he came out and found a second flat tire this morning. So he had to bus to work today. It took him TWO HOURS to get there. And I can't drive him tomorrow, because I have to deal with the body shop, and he HAS to get it done before Thursday because he has all sorts of appointments, and his work shift tomorrow makes it incredibly difficult to get to the tire store, and I had plans for tomorrow night and did not plan on picking him up from work and...
argh, argh, argh. Life's a constant juggling procedure for both of us. This makes it ten times worse.
Still, I have to get it a body shop to get an estimate done tomorrow. Which wouldn't be much of a hassle, except that Rob has not one but TWO flat tires. He got one and put on the spare, and I TOLD him he had to get it in and get it fixed. And he came out and found a second flat tire this morning. So he had to bus to work today. It took him TWO HOURS to get there. And I can't drive him tomorrow, because I have to deal with the body shop, and he HAS to get it done before Thursday because he has all sorts of appointments, and his work shift tomorrow makes it incredibly difficult to get to the tire store, and I had plans for tomorrow night and did not plan on picking him up from work and...
argh, argh, argh. Life's a constant juggling procedure for both of us. This makes it ten times worse.