How long have I been driving? Almost a decade. I think I should have the basics (i.e. using a turn signal, parallel parking, backing out of a driveway and NOT hitting a garbage can full of rocks and soil...you get the idea) down by now. I partly blame my landlord for doing yard work and deciding to "throw away" 5,000 lbs. of rock and dirt into my garbage can, and Kasey for placing the garbage can right along side the driveway. But I definitely can't avoid the brunt of the blame, as I was the one behind the wheel.
I really am trying to stay positive about this whole ordeal. My car is now affectionately and alcoholically referred to as Black and Tan, which lightens the mood a tad. And I can't imagine anyone wanting to break into and/or steal the car now. Maybe I should start collecting obnoxious bumper stickers like "NOBAMA" or "What would Scooby Do?" to put the white trash cherry on top of the ghettofabulousness that is my car.
