The Toyota Camry that I fretted over buying more than four years ago, and in which I invested four new tires and a new battery last year, and a full tank of gas the day before that cocksucker hit me, is no more. The body shop found more than $15,000 worth of damage once they disassembled it, most of which was from the crash but some of which may have been there through incidents prior. Whatever the origin, the damage was too much for my insurance company to bear, and they declared it a total, which means they are paying off the balance of what I owe, giving me the rest of the current value of the car, and destroying it. Because one kid who shouldn't be driving hit me so softly that my air bags didn't even deploy, my first car is dead. I'm not happy, to say the least.
I got a paper clip out of the car when I cleaned it out today. That was big. Let me explain. My wonderful wife bought me a tablet for Christmas, but the first instructions when I opened it was to install a memory card which was not included. Since when do computers not have everything you need right out of the box? So I went on the Walmart website and set up a grocery order, adding in a MicroSD memory card, which they informed me only after I picked up the order would be delivered to my house separately. A few days later, there it was. New problem: I didn't know how to open the slot on the tablet to insert said card. Researching the dilemma, two options became clear: Buy some tool that is used to open these types of slots, or use a paper clip and hope for the best. Walmart didn't seem to have this tool, so instead of looking at other purchasing options, I mentally settled for the paper clip option, but with all of our office utensils, we didn't have any paper clips. There's a million of 'em at my job, but I kept forgetting to steal one. I got the call that my car was declared a total and that I need to get to the repair shop to clean out my belongings. So I did just that, and searching under my seats for anything of value, there it was: a single paper clip. Guess it was meant to be. And yes, it did the trick. One last gift from my ride to me before it's crushed. My car deserved better.
