Ah, yes, the Original Incident. [cue Twilight Zone music]
It was a dark and stormy night.
Oh, wait, scratch that. That was a Subie moment.
[cue "Lay Lady Lay" B Dylan]
It was a bright, sunny Friday afternoon on the beautiful Oregon Coast, and I wanted my smartie all clean for her trip to Salem for the world-famous Iris Fesival Parade the following day.
We were in line at the auto, no-touch car wash, listening to tunes, soaking up the rays, and generally feeling smug and happy.
"Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed, stay lady stay, stay while the night is still ahead..." sunbeams kissing my face, warmwarm blessed sun...KA-BAM.! The large, ugly truck in front of me actually smacked my little girlsmart in her delicate, adorable little face with his big, smelly rear.
Alas and alack - the trauma, the pain, and the humiliation as he abruptly pulled forward [eeew, eeew eeew.]
Well, he MANaged to put down his cell phone, get out, and gawk at her black eye and fender owie. He immediately took pictures with his phone.
He said he was sorryreallyreallyhonestlysorry as he tried to pull her eye back down in its 'socket,' and fiddle with the front panel. He thought he had some duct tape
in the Bad Truck, since it would be 'invisible' on her silver countenance, but, it was politely declined by moi.
I got all his info; VIN, insurance, phone, birth certificate, yadda yadda, and he, apparently in a great and terrible hurry, drove away right after asking me didlysquat.
Insurance Person returned my call immediately, and, even though *that* insurance company had been replaced in February, the new guys working with smartcenter Portland handled everything by the following Tuesday.
[cue] "I'm a Little Teapot"
...."I'm a little smart car, short and stout. Here is my Hullo face ;), here is my pout
.................when you get too close, you'll hear me shout
.......so put the phone down, and cut it out!.................................
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