06-23-2013, 10:48 PM
The car was big. We had to shuffle nine people around it. The streets of Mallorca can be small. 12th century small. Horse and buggy no city planning small. I put a big scratch on one side.
My father couldn't see out the rear window and backed up into another normal tiny car. He didn't think he hit anyone. Argued with us about it, claiming he didn't. That was on my trip from the airport. We got to meet the nice police man and fill out paper work.
Somebody drove it and loosened up the rear plastic quarter panel. I was able to bound it back in after I discovered it flapping on the side.
I was backing up to the curb to pick up my mother because she can't lift herself into a car that high. It usually takes two people to maneuver her into the front seat. Naturally, a giant can jumped out and slammed into my bumper.
That poor Mercedes Van.
My father fortunately replied 'All' when asked if he wanted insurance, something I would never do. Because I am an excellent driver. steady on the driveway, yeah steady on the driveway.
Of course, if I had brought the car back after not having bought insurance with the kind of shape the poor van was in the answer to the question of how much will this cost would have been 'All'
But no. Pops bought the insurance. And guess what, on the inspection report for the car in the slot listed damage, the man put down none. I'm thinking the theory is that why spend all that precious insurance on fixing the car? It is only going to get hurt again.
More tales of woe to come especially the screaming match about how Greg likes to leave on time for the daily jaunts.
My father couldn't see out the rear window and backed up into another normal tiny car. He didn't think he hit anyone. Argued with us about it, claiming he didn't. That was on my trip from the airport. We got to meet the nice police man and fill out paper work.
Somebody drove it and loosened up the rear plastic quarter panel. I was able to bound it back in after I discovered it flapping on the side.
I was backing up to the curb to pick up my mother because she can't lift herself into a car that high. It usually takes two people to maneuver her into the front seat. Naturally, a giant can jumped out and slammed into my bumper.
That poor Mercedes Van.
My father fortunately replied 'All' when asked if he wanted insurance, something I would never do. Because I am an excellent driver. steady on the driveway, yeah steady on the driveway.
Of course, if I had brought the car back after not having bought insurance with the kind of shape the poor van was in the answer to the question of how much will this cost would have been 'All'
But no. Pops bought the insurance. And guess what, on the inspection report for the car in the slot listed damage, the man put down none. I'm thinking the theory is that why spend all that precious insurance on fixing the car? It is only going to get hurt again.
More tales of woe to come especially the screaming match about how Greg likes to leave on time for the daily jaunts.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit