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I’ve had the worst of luck with my stupid car. It’s been plagued with multiple, albeit minor mechanical problems from day 1.

A few months ago, someone threw a Yoo-hoo bottle at the window, leaving a chipped mark on the driver’s side.

A few weeks ago, a Volkswagen Beetle passed by and splashed a rock on the windshield. Yep, a tiny little Volkswagen Beetle.

Today, I got to my car and saw this lovely little note.

Are you freaking serious? Someone backed into my car?

So I got out, and my teary eyes were submerged in this.

That’s my very first car.

That’s my brand new, very first car.

That’s my brand new, very first car that I bought with my own money.

That’s my brand new, very first car that I bought with my own money from dealing with stupid insurance rejections, stupid Medicaid patients, stupid computer system, stupid co-workers, and stupid manager.

My brand new car will never be the same. Like Tiger Woods’ wife, I felt betrayed, cheated, violated.

Damn you Karen.

But as the saying goes, if life gives you a lemon car, make lemonade.

So I’m looking at the bright side. At least I know now that there are still honorable people in this world. Karen was honest enough to not only leave her name, phone number, and apartment number but also call the police and report the accident.

I’m not at all mad at Karen. I’m just mad that now I have to deal with insurance and try to find a good place to fix my car. What a Christmas this is going to be.