As you can see by the very lovely iPhone photo above, my car of which I've been in possesion for just 5 months, was deformed by some jackass this weekend. I keep looking at it hoping it'll just go away, but instead I just feel a tight pain in my chest with every glance.
I got an informal estimate this morning and it'll probably run between $500-$1500 to fix. Ouch. I haven't called my insurance yet. I'm still debating whether or not to since it's just cosmetic damage and it's still drivable. Although, I fear the pain in my chest will continue until I fork over the cash to get it fixed.
I did call the po-po this morning and filed a report, but not before I racked my brain going over and over the events of Saturday to make sure it wasn't something I did. I've decided it wasn't. The officer said I'm lucky it wasn't worse and that it was probably just some punk kids.
Great. That makes me feel a WHOLE lot better...
*sigh*
