Naturally, I did the sensible thing and rather then pulling back in the driveway I left my car in the middle of the road and in the green monster; went in and grabbed my friend and told her the news. Shortly after I had to knock on doors to see who's car I had hit (pretty kind of me, I thought). Finally found some weiner of a guy who's Dad owned the car and while walking to the car with me I noticed the back of the car did not read "Jimmy" like I thought it did, but a damn Range Rover.
Might have reconsidered hunting down the owner and put my conscience behind me had I of known it was a damn range rover.
Shortly after I received a call from his dad just screaming at me. (He explained it was a mint condition 2002 range rover). Well that dingleberry was a professor and his wife a lawyer. I'm sure they definitely could not afford to pay for it. After screaming at me, he faxed an estimate over to my mom's work. This little scratch...
cost me 3400$. Because I wasn't going through insurance, he only had to get one estimate. Thankfully I ended up going through and paying a $500 deductible but my insurance is screwed and I can't buy a car until 2014. Had to go home on weekends and work to pay that sucker off. Also, didn't want to go back to school so I parked my car at a parking lot near my house and hid in my room so my Mom thought I had gone back to Guelph. Then she heard me sneeze..... FML
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