While I do wish you all a very happy new year, that's not what this is about. This afternoon I go to the doctor's and then afterwards to hubby's workplace to meet him and baby girl for dinner. I get out of the car and check the lights because my blinker had been blinking really fast, which meant one was broken. And holy good god gay damn, my left real tail light is knocked out of it's socket and there's a nice spooned out dent in the metal as well.
I figured it must have happened at work where I street park. I go tell hubby and I call the auto insurance people and as I'm telling her what happened I remember that there was a magazine insert in my wiper that I had figured was some ad. I tell hubby to go get it and he brings it back. It says, "Not a compact car! Happy New Year"
Yes, the prick who banged the hell out of my light leaves me this smartass note and then wishes me happy new year.
Now I am fully aware that I shouldn't have been parked in a compact stall since I drive a minivan but the whole reason I parked there in the first place was because when I got there, there were no other cars parked around the stall. Whenever I park at the hospital in the regular stalls there are pillars all over or the other cars are still so close that I can't get out without smashing my belly against the door.
This note makes me so mad. My co-worker said I should put it in a bag and have the police dust it for prints but gawd that just sounds like way more trouble than I want to go through right now since I'm 39 weeks. I hope whoever wrote it gets their fingers burnt off by a sparkler.