I've written in the past about all the rules I have about parking my car so that I minimize the chances of someone denting my car with their door. I mean, I frequently park, back out, park, back out and then finally park while people stare at me. Whatever. I'm neurotic. I know that already.
Well it was all for naught, because my dear Gracie has a dent on her door from some asshole. To be honest, I sort of feel liberated...I still want to kill whoever did it, but after that first dent, well, I don't worry as much as I used to. I still worry, though.
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