Car accident: dumb. Car accident in parking lot at 3 mph: super dumb. Car accident at 3 mph in psychotherapist’s parking lot, partlally due to side effects of therapy: dumb enough to be funny. Said accident being with therapist’s own parked car: COMEDY GOLD.
Price to fix just her car: $1200. And then I get to fix mine. Hey, this shit ain’t funny now.
Commiserations, Con. Hug?
Keep laughing and stay away from butcher knives – it’s the kooky things that eventually make us crack.
Holy crap — $1200 at 3 miles per hour? What on earth are they making cars out of now? I guess 3 mph is sufficient if it’s adequately inexorable (go gravity). Or if the victim’s car is made entirely of gold foil.
Where can I get one of those?
This is exactly what I was thinking. What happened at a mere 3 mph?