Last wednesday i had quite a bad surprise. I was at work when my ex-girlfriend called me, she told me that something happened to my car, which was parked in the street near my flat (and yes, my ex-girlfriend is also my neighboor). So when i got back home i went to see what happened, and i found my car’s back totally wrecked ! WTF i always have bad luck with those fucking cars… But in my misery i found a little paper under my windshield wiper with a little word like :

I am so sorry, here is my phone number

So i managed to get that guy on the phone, in fact it was a delivery boy of that bakery two streets from here who lost control of his vehicle, and of course crashed into MY car. Well, we filled in the report for the insurance, and the day after i had my car moved to the nearer garage. An expert is expected on monday to see how my car is damaged.

I really hate cars.