Dented

So, apparently my car was hit in the lot of the place where I got the repairs done, but I didn't notice it until hours and hours after I'd driven away from there... I didn't even notice it when I filled up at the gas station, and the giant dent is right by the tank near the wheel well. Good job, Caption Obvious. Ugh.

I finally noticed it when I got out of the car upon arriving at Laura's place in New Haven Saturday afternoon, 80 miles from the repair shop. When I figured out that that was a new addition to the lovely body of my 2000 Civic, I inspected the chipped paint and smashed hubcap. Then I called the shop, but it was already closed till Monday. Then I called my parents, who said to call the repair shop. Bummer.

So first thing Monday, I took the car back down to the place and the guy said he had no way of knowing that the dent happened at their shop or after I'd removed the car from their lot... so, in other words, I had no recourse with them. Argh. And I just got a new insurance company... plus I'm not 25 yet, so if I report it to the insurance, my rates will definitely go up. Oh man, I'm such a dumbass. Even though it wasn't anything I did, I still feel like I got played.

Oh well, thank God it's only a car. I wonder what I'm going to do about it... Maybe I should take it for an estimate to see how much it's going to cost to fix it. If it's too much for me to handle, I can always take care of this car as I've taken care of my cars in the past-- with paint tarps and duct tape. Works like a charm... but that's another story for another time, I fear.