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car rental hell

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I'd been hanging on to the scratched rental car so that my girlfriend and I could get out of town for the weekend. But pulling out of the parking spot to move the thing to another parking spot, I somehow misjudged the room I had at the front of the car, and wound up crushing the quarterpanel of the fncking thing on a neighbour's bumper.

I did minimal damage to the other car, and the neighbour (who was home, thankfully) told me to forget about it. Angry with the whole situation, and now depressed at how much this fncking car rental was costing me, I returned the thing.

The neighbour called later in the day (another calling card put to oh so good use) and told me that she'd need to get the paint on her bumper fixed because a lot of the paint had chipped off when she'd gone to get it cleaned for a better look.