I am beginning to think that I’ve done something wrong. Like, not an oopsie, “forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store!” but some serious cosmic error that has resulted in life taking a huge crap on me.
I wish I was kidding.
Last night, I met up with my good friends, Gina and Katy for coffee. The three of us, along with two other girls, get together to meet and spend time together once or twice a month. Sometimes, we have dinner and wine, sometimes we have appetizers, sometimes coffee.
And sometimes? We have hit and runs.
I parked my silver 4Runner outside of Starbucks as one does when they are enjoying coffee inside. I sat down with my peppermint hot chocolate, and was happily conversing with my girlfriends, when I saw someone trying to fit into the spot next to my car. I didn’t think much of it because if you are anything like me, you’ve pulled a 239 point turn trying to park before, or pulled in or out a few times (that’s what she said!) while trying to parallel park. SURELY, most people are decent human beings, and if they hit my car, they’d come in, right?
Wrong. So, so, so wrong.
Two girls came FLYING into Starbucks and asked who had a 4Runner. Um, that’s me! One suggested calling 911 because the car was pulling out of the parking lot and it was possible we could get a plate. My friend Katy, who is a badass, jumped in her car and tried to find them. No dice. Another witness approached and told us that he “pretended to write the plate number down.”
Did he know any of the plate numbers? Nope. HE WAS JUST PRETENDING. Helpful.
Anyways, thank goodness that my car was barely damaged: a small dent on my bumper and some scraping of my headlight. It’s not even worth my $500 deductible—it is mostly a very minor eyesore, a pain in the ass and generally just fits in with the apparent theme of 2009 which is Everybody Hates Amy. Everyone who had seen or heard it said that it seemed awful, and the other car must have been damaged pretty badly. That is my only hope: that their car is completely screwed. These people have now replaced Pen Thief as NUMERO UNO on my Axis of Evil.
But in all honesty, I just wish life would cut me an effing break. Serious family illness? DOUBLE CHECK! Difficult work situations? CHECK! Car window being broken/hit and run? CHECK! Friendship problems? CHECK? THINGS THAT SUCK SO MUCH I DON’T EVEN BLOG THEM? CHECK, CHECK, CHECK!
The past few months have included so much ugliness that everyday, I find myself just wishing, hoping, thinking, praying…maybe today will be okay. Please don’t read this all serious and melancholy—I am aware that life is harder for others and that I should be grateful and there’s always a good side to everything going on. I AM FINE. I guess it’s just difficult to keep on the sunny side when every time you try and soak it up, things cloud up, if only for a few minutes.
Hopefully, today will be better.