Bad Carma Thursday

       Last Thursday we had a bit of car trouble.   I took my mother-in-law to a doctor’s appointment, and we ended up using their valet parking, so she wouldn’t have far to walk.   When we were all done and the car was brought around, the driver told me there was a little problem.   He had dented my car!

       He then proceded to tell me that it could be easily fixed by me with the use of a plunger.   Um - no.   Anyway, the estimate to get this fixed (on their insurance) is $750. The man that gave me the estimate pointed out a black oval, in the middle of the dent.   It would appear that the guy that had dented my car, had tried that plunger trick himself, before he handed me back the car.

       But that was not the end of our troubles.   My daughter Megan came home for a visit that evening.  She was about to leave when she said: “By the way dad, why did you change my licence plate?”   He did not change her licence plate!   So, after looking at her car and discovering that some nefarious person had switched her back licence plate with a different one, we called the police.   Yikes.