Read on and see what happens!
The snow was piled knee high outside but that wasn't keeping my daughter from wanting to go on her sleep over. A snow storm the day before had almost caused the girls to cancel their plans but since it was only a three block drive we decided not to cancel.
I carefully drove over the snowy and icy streets and pulled into her friends driveway just as the snow started again. Darn, more snow was the last thing we needed! With her safely deposited in her friends house I got in my car and prepared for my drive home.
Seeing a field of white through my rear view mirror I backed out of the driveway and BANG. Damn! I jumped from my car and what appeared to be a snow drift behind me had a car under it. I brushed away the snow and there was damage, double damn.
I parked and knocked on three doors on that side of the street before I got the right house. The lady told me the car belonged to her tenant in the down stairs apartment. I jotted a note with my number left it and went home to tell Bill what I had done.
It was several hours before he called.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" He yelled at me through the phone.
"Don't you know how to drive?" It took me a few seconds to get over the shock of his meanness before I found my voice enough to say to him.
"You're welcome you jerk, you know I could have just drove away but I froze my ass off trying to find out whose car that was."
"When you get some damn manners you can call me back and we'll talk about arranging to get your car repaired."
Lets just say my husband took care of this one when he did call back.
My brother and his friends all worked at a local body shop so his car was fixed and returned to him within a week without either of our insurance being involved.
I didn't speak to him again. I doubt anyone would blame me, jerk!
