Thirteen days until our move to suburbia, and I'm leaving the city in disgrace. After navigating and parking our extra-long beast of an SUV on the streets of San Francisco for more than three years, I just plowed right into the neighbor's car across the street.
The only bright spot? Joey wasn't there to witness the carnage. As it is, I might not hear the end of this until he leaves for college. He's mostly wowed (as am I) that our "super-strong" car sustained only a scuff. You should see the other guy.
1 comment:
ooopsie... This is one way to be sure you won't be missed in the old neighborhood.
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