Tuesday was a bad day for me. I discovered just how tough my truck is . . . . not.
Yep, I found a firebox from the sixties to drag down the side of my baby.
Damage done to box . . . none.
I was upset all day, thinking about how this happened. Stupid me left my sunglasses on while I was inside the parking structure at work. I remember looking and not seeing anything. But wait . . . it gets better.
After I got home after work, I licked my finger and was able to rub some of the paint off, so I pulled out a garden hose and proceeded to rub the red paint off with a rag. I got most of the paint off, but apparently I had quite a bit of grit in the rag because the fender had all kinds of little scratches, kinda like I took a scouring pad to it. Depressed, I back my truck into the garage. Just about up to where I stop, I hear a loud crunch noise. Yep, I left a cabinet door open in the garage which in turn dented the rear door.
I don't mind some damage done to my truck. I just wish it happed while offroading, not driving in the city . . .
OH man, sorry to hear about the bad day!ReplyDelete