So after my early morning workout at the gym, I head to work. As I am pulling out of the parking lot I am met in the turning lane by a Jeep Cherokee. This is what he did to me, and all my Polly did to him was leave some purple paint on the bumper of his Jeep Cherokee.
The passenger door won't open and the left headlight, and the innards behind it are smashed.
Thankfully my dad came to my rescue shortly after it happened. Ray and Dustin came later to tow the car over to a body shop.
Everyone was ok which is always a good thing, but I am extremely sad about my sweet car! She was my first car and has always resembled freedom to me. She belonged to me, I paid her off, and I knew every little way to touch her to make whatever creaks or shaking noises that would happen. I had her named before I even signed a single paper. Now look what has been done to her! SO very sad!
:-(
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