this would be a better example than a black fly in your Chardonnay

You know what this blog is seriously lacking? Tales of my car woes. Wait, it's not lacking that at all? Oh well, here's another...

So I had finally reached my limit with Gretchen, my old car, and traded her in for a new one back in September. About a month later, I hydroplaned into another car, putting the new car (still nameless) out of commission for at least 3 weeks, which, if you ask me, is a ridiculously long time. But I digress.

At some point during this hullabaloo, I go to Enterprise to get a rental. They start telling me about additional insurance I should purchase, which I hadn't even thought of. I know nothing about renting cars. Because of this, they are able to convince me I should get the additional, really expensive insurance. They tell me that without said insurance, if someone hits me, even if it's not my fault, they are going to take my entire deductible. So I buy it.

I talk to my dad, some friends. Everyone tells me to cancel the insurance. I've been duped with Enterprise's sneaky scare tactics. I go back the next day to cancel it.

The very next day...

Becky and I are decorating for Halloween, and I hear a crash outside. Knowing that OF COURSE my rental is involved, I jump up and dash out the door. Across the street is a tow truck. A car has rolled off the tow truck, across the street, and straight into my rental. Seriously? Seriously!? The very next day. Rolled off of a tow truck! SERIOUSLY??

I start yelling, the neighbors are watching, a scene commences. Also, I'm wearing a Wendy from Peter Pan costume that I wore to work.

Surprisingly, the car does not appear to be damaged. The license plate is bent, and maybe that's it. Potentially some scratches. I ask for the driver's information, and he says if he gives it to me, he has to call the police and file a report. Dilemma. If the police get involved, Enterprise finds out, and I guess I have to pay my entire deductible, for maybe a few scratches. If I don't call the police, this driver leaves, and I take the chance that Enterprise may or may not notice a scratch.

I verbalize these thoughts, and the tow truck driver starts laughing at me. "You always get the insurance!" he says. Seriously? You always check to make sure the car is hitched to the tow truck! (says Becky, later) Then the tow truck driver says, "I'm just happy no one got hurt." Oh really? Don't pull that on me! Don't try to make me look like I'm being melodramatic about the car when you're the idiot who let another car roll off the truck. I repeat. You let it roll off the truck. That's probably rule #1 about towing a car: Make sure the car is hitched.

Anyway, the car worked fine and you really couldn't notice much besides the bent plate, so I decided to not call the police and instead move on with my life. A tow truck driver let a car roll off his truck and into my car. I did not call the police. Instead, I sent him home and wished him a Happy Halloween. Who am I?

I suppose I could be mad about the whole thing, but seeing as how no harm was done, I will choose rather to bask in the irony of the situation. Sweet, sweet irony.