Alas, my poor Scarlett has had her first mishap...and it wasn't even with me behind the wheel! My darling son (said in a sickeningly sweet way to try to override the urge to choke the living daylights out of him) borrowed my car last night so that he & Trevor could get out of the house for a little while and give me some down time to watch a movie & relax.
I had just sat down in the living room when I heard an odd thud noise from the garage. I knew it couldn't be good. I rushed out to the garage to see Collin looking very surprised and the garage door partway open. He pulled forward as I opened the garage door. When I made my way to the back of my car, (Collin saying the entire time "I swear it had opened!") I saw a lot of white paint from the garage on the back of the car right around the handle to open the back upper hatch. I immediately unleashed a tirade on my son and asked how he could manage to back into the garage door. He tried to explain that it was totally an accident (DUH) and that he swore the door was open. He said he was looking in the rear view mirror when he backed out. I yelled at him, "Didn't you see the big garage door looming in the mirror when you looked in it??!!" He claims he didn't. (I'm actually wondering if he was looking in one of the side mirrors and from that lower vantage point the door looked open.)
He's actually lucky that I didn't take a really good look at it until this morning after I got to work and it was light outside. Because underneath that paint (and probably scratches) was a nice sized dent. Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh!!!!
You can tell where the dent is by the way the reflection of the ground looks like there's a big hill behind me. That should be a straight line. Anyone know a good body shop guy? A cheap one?
