Penelope

It's been a week since my poor Chevy Cavalier was totaled.

Here's the story:
I stayed at my old roomate LeAnne's house last Thursday night. I parked my car on the side of the road, like any normal person would. I had a great time with LeAnne. We went to the midnight showing of Green Lantern . . . it was alright. We got back to her house at 2:30 A.M. We went to bed instantly.
Apparently, at 3:00 a drive who was high off of . . . Ambien? completely smashed into the back of my car. The police found him wandering around the neighborhood. They then tried knocking on the door of my roomate's house, but we were DEAD to the world.
Therefore, at 7:00 the next morning, I was awoken by LeAnne's dad who announced that the police called, my car was totaled. I was awake FAST. And sure enough, I no longer had a trunk. . . completely squished.

So, that was an adventure. I had to get my roomate to take me to my Suzuki Violin Teacher Workshop in Draper, and my aunt picked me up.

This week, we're getting all the insurance stuff taken care of. BEST news: I bought Penelope for $4600, and the insurance is covering $4200. Pretty good.

Bad news though, I found a PERFECT car, but when my Dad offered $4000 for it, they said they had already gotten an offer for $4300. DANG IT.

So, me, the innocent victim who parked her car like a normal person on the side of a street in a very calm neighborhood, one that even had SPEED BUMPS, is now in search for a car to replace Penelope. She was doing so well, before she was murdered.

Oh well.

I just keep reminding myself that a car is just a thing. It's just a hunk of metal.

And I wasn't in it!
And neither was anyone else, or anything important.

So, I guess I'm just inconvenienced. It still feels VERY unfair though.