I didn’t think I’d be back on my ‘ranting soapbox' so soon; and especially not in regards to my Toyota Prius. I figured I was happily on the road to recovering from the injustices my little blue Prius and I have had to endure over the past few months. HA, well I figured wrong! I couldn’t write this post before now because I wasn’t in a very good frame of mind…..in fact I think I was a little out of my mind. I needed to clear my head, figure out some things, and get a little better perspective about the situation.
I had just written a post telling you all about my car woes and the battering of my little Prius. I had a lot of comments and e-mails from many of you relating similar instances about your cars. We’re all in the same boat on this, and we’ve all felt very violated when other people cause damage to our cars….and get away with it.
After getting my car back just a week or so prior from the auto repair garage where I had a couple of scrapes and a dent fixed, I was feeling good that I had the work done…even at my expense. My car was back to looking like itself again. This was the only way I could rationalize spending the $$$ repairing damages caused by some careless and irresponsible people.
My good feelings were short-lived….
It seemed harmless enough…a routine outing running errands with Jenna…. just like all the other times before. I don’t know exactly why I suggested that maybe she should drive; since I usually drive on all of our excursions...but I did. She said, “Okay Mom, I’ll pick you up about 1:30.”
Maybe subconsciously I didn’t want to drive because we were going to a busy mall for one of our errands, and I was just a little hesitant to subject my newly repaired car to the ‘parking loonies’ so soon. I knew I’d have to get over my paranoia and get back to normal; but on this particular day…my paranoia won.
As I sat out on the bench by my front door waiting for Jen, I looked at some mail, read my ‘to do' list, and in general enjoyed the beautiful day around me. Jen pulled up…and we were on our way.
We ran to the mall where Jen had a couple of watch repairs taken care of, stopped at a Toys R Us store where I found a couple of things for Bella for Xmas, and stopped at an American Greetings store where Jen went a little crazy. (I have to restrain myself in these kind of stores because I’m easily just as bad…or worse than Jen.) Then we stopped at CVS for a few things and once again....we were on our way. Very often we stop somewhere for a bite to eat, but walking around the mall had irritated my already existing achy back problem; so I was ready to go home. In all….we weren’t gone for more than 1 ½ hours.
As Jen pulled up in front of my house I glanced toward the front door and noticed something sitting on my bench….the very bench that I sat on waiting for Jen to pick me up. I knew it wasn’t there when I sat there before, and I knew I hadn't left anything. As I stared at it….I realized it was blue….the same color blue as my car. You know that little sick feeling you get when you've realized you're about to discover something bad has happened? Yep…that was me.
My head spun so fast to look at my car parked, which was parked right in front of us, that I could have given Linda Blair in the Exorcist a run for her money. I looked at my car…then looked back at the piece sitting on the bench…then back at my car. I couldn’t even get out of Jen’s car…I was frozen. Then I saw it.
“MY MIRROR! Jen, look at my mirror,” as I pointed at my car with this astonished look on my face. I was STILL frozen. Neither one of us had moved, but it was apparent…even from Jen’s car, that someone…or something…had smashed the glass of the rear-view mirror on the driver’s side. Suddenly I knew what that ‘blue thing’ was sitting on the bench….it was the painted piece that covers the back of the mirror. I was afraid to get out and survey the damage further…but I did.
Yes, the mirror was smashed and part of the black plastic casing around it was broken. Jen has seen that distraught look on my face before, and grabbed my bags to go into the house. There was nothing I could do....I felt helpless and hurt....and I was getting teary. I had all kinds of things running through my head….besides anger, hurt and frustration.
How in the world could someone hit that mirror when they had the whole street to drive on? There were no other vehicles blocking anything….the street was completely open. Someone just wasn’t paying attention to what they were doing. I thought, maybe they were talking on their phone (something I deplore) or with someone else in the car and not concentrating on what they were doing….who knows. What total idiot could do that? And what kind of person would smash your mirror in, put part of that mirror on a bench in front of your house, and NOT leave a note explaining what they had done and leave their name and number? The same idiots that scraped up my car the other two times and never took responsibility for it….Cretins with no conscience. (Gee, does that sound too harsh?)
I don’t even know if the offender was the one to put that plastic piece on the bench. Maybe it was a neighbor…or even a stranger who saw it sitting on the street and assumed the car belonged to the house it was parked in front of. I honestly didn’t know if it even was a car that did it. Maybe it was someone on a bike who wasn’t paying attention, got too close, and smashed into it with their handlebar. (That’s kind of my son’s theory after he looked at the damage.) Oh GREAT, now I have to worry about deranged bicycle riders.
Joe said, “Mom, if it was a biker, maybe they were jolted off their bike when they hit your mirror and they were hurt; or maybe they tried to ring the doorbell, but you weren’t home…and they left that piece on the bench, and maybe they didn’t have any paper or pen to leave a note for you." At this point Joe was showing more compassion than I could muster up. Even through my hurt and anger, I was proud to see it…and to be fair, he may be right. However, I have yet to see the person responsible ring my doorbell to set things straight.
Joe's theory may be right too. It’s hard to believe that another car could actually get that close to my car and NOT do other damage to the body somehow. There are all kinds of theories I suppose; and I doubt that I’ll ever find out what really happened unless someone actually heard or saw something. I know the couple of neighbors that could have seen anything would definitely have told me right away.
One thing I do know....I’m on the hot seat again to pay for it. I needed to get this fixed as soon as possible. I'm starting to feel someone is out to get me, and can’t help but see the irony of it all….
How ironic that this would happen right after I get those other damages repaired....and how good I was feeling about doing it. How ironic that I just wrote a post about this very thing…..and how ironic I decided NOT to drive this time and had Jenna drive. As it turns out, I would have been better off if I did drive. But why would I worry about leaving my car parked in front of my own house? How in the world can you NOT be just a little paranoid after something like this?
This all happened over the Labor Day weekend, and of course I couldn’t do anything about it until businesses were open again. Joe did e-mail the dealership where he got the car to ask if they replace these mirrors? I called the car repair garage that 'healed' my car just a couple of weeks ago to see if they did mirror replacements. They did, and quoted me a price that was surprisingly lower than I expected...although I'm not sure what I expected. Joe and I will be taking my car over there today....and unless some outrageous fee pops up out of nowhere, I'm going to leave my car in their hands once again. I want to get past this ordeal and move on. God knows I have a lot on my agenda to move on to.
Isn’t there a saying….”Bad things happen in 3’s?” Do you think I’ve met my quota? ~Pathetically Paranoid Joy