For me , it was backing into a chain - that I had looked behind my car before I got in, but still didn't see the big chain across the end of the parking lot..... scratches, but annoying and stupid feeling just the same.

Mine was a pole. Coupla days after last Xmas, trying to find parking in the Mission Valley Mall parking structure. Space was narrow, I cut the turn too tight and gave my Ranger some lovely scrapes down the passenger side. I had the body shop next door give me an estimate, but I just don't hate the scrapes $1800 worth. And I have a very graphic reminder of why I Never Park Next to the Poles at Mission Valley.

Plus, it was the first time in a long while I was glad there's no SO in my life. I did a crap driving thing, I feel a little dumb, but I didn't hurt anyone or damage anything that doesn't belong to me - and since there's no SO who knew the truck pre-pole, I don't have to hear about it. Heh.

IOW, try not to beat yourself up Kristin. Apparently, we've all been there.

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IOW, try not to beat yourself up Kristin. Apparently, we've all been there.

Some of us more than once.

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Cass, I'm so sorry my tone came across as snarky. The "to me" was meant as a way to acknowledge that others might feel differently, not to diminish the validity of those feelings.

No worries, Kristin. It didn't feel too snarky to me. Just a difference in how we read the posts in question. It happens when you are just seeing words on a screen. Or, at least, when I am.

No real harm, no foul at all.

Sorry about your car.

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Eh, yeah. Getting over it now. ND thinks he can buff most of the scratches out (I wrote "we" at first, but who am I kidding? I am not allowed to operate machinery such as buffers, as I am liable to do more harm than good), and he's going to look into ordering a new tail light cover and some touch up paint to fix the rest. WBB.

ETA: Thanks, Cass.

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And I have a very graphic reminder of why I Never Park Next to the Poles at Mission Valley.

Hell, I am impressed you park at all at Mission Valley. It's bonkers in those garages.

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Yep, after five years of parking on the street in DC, my car definitely has more than its share of dings and scrapes. Including one big dent on the passenger side door that I have no idea how it got there. That one, and the one where someone scraped the side of the car WHILE I WAS IN IT (and drove off) bug me. The "someone was parallel parking and did a little bump and grind", NSM. (And the "I can't maneuver and ran into little weird scrapy yellow things in the parking lot" scrapes, those bug too. Sigh)

But none bug me enough to get fixed. Unless I"m selling the car, it's SO just cosmetic.

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Hey, all. Taking a few moments to say hey.

I stuck my head in to skim recent posts because I was all backlogged, and I gotta say...y'all are too polite and understanding. I was looking forward to Fay and Laga having this totally huge knock-down hissing catfight over Thai prostitution, and visions of me stepping in and settling the whole thing by throwing them naked, writhing and fighting into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"

I have to make my own fun. And I kinda think I want some dessert now.

(Why, yes; I DO need to get out more. Why do you ask?)

ION, school is back in session. I am again insanely busy, but teaching poetry, which I love because so many of my kids get SO into it. And having my car back again? The shiny of this driving-again thing is still totally blinding me.

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and I gotta say...y'all are too polite and understanding. I was looking forward to Fay and Laga having this totally huge knock-down hissing catfight over Thai prostitution, and visions of me stepping in and settling the whole thing by throwing them naked, writhing and fighting into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"

Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse aside (hunnnnnnnnnnnngry), I am glad we can get past shit.

But I am thinking throwing our Erin into that vat might be good times for all.

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I hate hate hate Alzheimer's disease. It needs to start staying away from the people I love. I saw my great-aunt tonight. She's been diagnosed, and things are not good. She has seriously declined, even since the last time I saw her over the summer. She's the only member of my father's family who has truly made an effort to be a part of my life. She's a kind caring woman who has taken care of everyone her whole life. If anyone deserves a death while asleep at a ripe old age, it is her. Of course, my uncle who saw her last week told me she was doing really well. It never fails to amaze me just how much in denial my father's side of the family can be.

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sj, I feel you. I am still not sure what the difference between senile dementia and Alzheimer's is, but my grandma developed it, and it was awful to see what it did to her. It was what she didn't want to happen, and it tore my dad up to watch it. Now that he's getting older, it is his, and now my, worst fear. It's horrible.

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But I am thinking throwing our Erin into that vat might be good times for all.

Mousse is slimming. And always stylish. And, in all seriousness, I AM glad people here don't fight like crows over tinfoil.

But the naked mousse-wrestling would have been fun.

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