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eftychia at 03:41pm on 2003-04-11Didn't sleep very well this morning when I finally did get to sleep, so I took a nap this afternoon. Set an alarm to wake me before rush hour parking restrictions go into effect (today is a street cleaning day, so I put my car on the other side of the street). When I did wake up, it was from an unpleasant dream.
I woke up late, went across the street to fetch my car, but my car wasn't where I'd left it. The building across the street was replaced by a sort of mini-plaza with a tiny store in it that was like an even smaller version of a Seven-Eleven convenience store.
I found my car, partially smushed, pointing the wrong direction (it's a one-way street), and a few spaces down from where I'd left it. Figuring it would wait a little longer, I went into the store for some much-needed groceries. They didn't even have full loaves of bread for sale, just four-slice packages to hold you over until you could get to a real Seven-Eleven. And there was a metal detector at the entrance, which I set off because I was wearing a chastity belt under my clothes. The clerk let me shop anyhow, but asked me to keep my hands where she could see them.
When I left the store a guy driving a Gremlin (white, with an orange "swoosh" on the side) had somehow managed to drive partially over the back of my car (so he was going the wrong direction too), caving in part of the roof. My car had somehow transformed itself into a hatchback. The fellow backed his car off of mine. I rapped on his window to get his attention, and he got out and started trying to tell me how the damage wasn't all that bad, no, really, just look, he can bang that dent right out, uh huh. He banged on my car and smashed it in even worse, while I tried to stop him and get his insurance information. Then he grabbed the edge of a wrinkle in the roof and pulled really hard, pulling the roof out a little, at which point I explained that I needed the hatchback to work. Oddly enough, it still did. But the driver's side door was a real mess. (It opened and latched, but there were big gaps and twisted metal when it was closed.)
I finally got the Gremlin driver's insurance information and prepared to drive off in my mangled car with the squished roof, twisted door pillar, and gaps where the door didn't quite meet the rest of the car, and I noticed that I had a parking ticket (for being on that side of the street during rush hour) under my windshield wiper. That's about when I woke up.
woke up in a pretty un-fun mood and had to check the clock three or four times to convince myself that I had not in fact missed the start of rush hour. Took a shower, and am going to try to force myself to get out to the nail salon and the pharmacy (and a grocery store). Almost afraid to look out the window for my car.
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