I finally decided to get an estimate on the big dent in the side of my car.
It happened while I was parked at my upholstery class in Boston...
so, yeah, a long time ago.
I still don't know why I didn't do something about it at the time.
I hated that dent!
My car was pristine before that loser decided to hit me and leave.
But my family made me think it wasn't a big deal and could be easily fixed.
I knew I would have a big deductible if I sent it through insurance.
And we were in the process of doing the whole move to Utah, so I was busy I guess.
I just kept thinking that I would fix it "someday" and that it wouldn't be that bad.
I finally got the estimate today and
it's going to cost a freaking fortune to fix it!
and I've probably waited too long for insurance to help.
So what this means is...I will never get it fixed.
I know that in the scheme of things this is not a big deal.
But it is just one of those moments where you wish you could go back and do it a little different.
Especially since the dent is now starting to rust where the paint got all messed up.
Maybe when I have enough dents on the thing I will just spray it with spray paint and get all artsy about it.
Until then, I will have to learn to accept and love my little dented car.