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4.22.2016

lately, with a dash of wtf.






This past weekend I headed up to Maine for some pre-birthday celebrations. My parents and I had a low-key Friday, and Saturday my sister came up. We headed to Portsmouth where we had a delicious lunch at Martingale Wharf (such a good menu), did some shopping, had drinks at Rudi's and then dinner at the YHI. On Sunday we stopped at our club for a quick lunch and I proceeded to get a little sunkissed while sitting outside on my parents' Adirondack chairs. It was such a great weekend, and I was sorry to see it end...and then I had my WTF moment.

On Sunday I was pretty wiped from all of the overindulging, so I went to bed early. At around 9:45 I heard a loud noise, but I was so out of it that nothing really registered and I went back to sleep. 15 minutes later, I woke up to blue flashing lights outside my window and a giant police searchlight streaming across my backyard. I got up, threw on a sweatshirt and my glasses and went outside to check things out and saw my neighbors running down the street and a police car next to my garage. I was in such a daze that it took a minute for me to realize that my car wasn't where I parked it: I had pulled into the space in front of the right bay of my detached garage (because I really don't put it inside unless the weather is crappy) and it was now in a complete 180 degree position adjacent to where it had been parked. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that my car was completely f'ed up--the back was smashed beyond recognition.

A real gem of a human being* had come barreling down my road, slammed into my car and then smashed into my mailbox (which I eventually located 50 feet away in a bush) before driving into an intersection and taking off on foot (hence the searchlights in my backyard). The police eventually found him and he was arrested and my car was deemed a total loss. So now I am in the process of dealing with multiple insurance companies to a) get a new car and b) redo my front yard which is littered with the sad remains of my beloved previous vehicle.**

Eventually I will do a post on the magic that is turning 34, but for now, I'm cleaning up the collateral damage of 33.

Happy weekend!

*A serious gem: he had 4 outstanding arrest warrants and was driving with a suspended license, which deserves a long rant that I don't currently have the energy for.

**I am fully aware that this incident is a mere inconvenience, and while it sucks, in the grand scheme of things it's really not a big deal: no one was hurt and there are far bigger problems in the world. I'm just really pissed (see * above). 

2 comments:

  1. OMG. Thank goodness he didn't hit your house! Glad you and Olive are ok. Sorry about the car and yard. That blows. I hated 33. 34 was much better in my book!

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  2. That is awful, I'm so sorry you have to deal with that mess. Thankfully you didn't encounter that driver while you were in your car.

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