Well, I have quite the current unfortunate time with my car, let me recount:
Over a weekend in October, heading from my friend's house to my parents' in Missouri, a deer jumped out in front of me and I unfortunately made contact with it; it dented in the side of my car, broke a headlight, and the worst thing of all... punctured my windshield washer fluid. I was unable to wash my windshield for days. It was awful. In all reality, I was thankful that I was able to make it back to Iowa and get the car repaired, and as always, thank God for insurance. But what I was most thankful for, was that I assisted in lowering the deer population by one. Scoreboard deer! Scoooooorrrrreeeeeboooooooaaaaarrrrrrddd!
Well, as fate would have it, three days after getting my car back, I was walking back to my car, which was parked on the street in Iowa City near Mercy Hospital. It was on a Friday, and it was pouring rain, and I just finished spending three long days at a conference. Well, as my car came into my view, I realized there was a flyer in the windshield, and as I got closer, I noticed the right front fender was discolored. When I got to my car, I realized my car had been hit, but at least the guy left a note. What a blessing, but my car was hit, and I had to go back to the body shop. When I called the guy at the collision center, he was afraid I was upset with the first repair they made, but found it hilarious that I had another repair to get done (I was not quite in the finding it hilarious mood). Well, all-in-all, I now have two new fenders, and completely repainted bumper, two new headlights, and of course, my beloved windshield washer fluid reservoir. Life was good again.
Oh, but wait. On my way in to work today, I rode in with a friend's carpool because I was actually picking up my car today from the repair. Halfway in to Iowa City, we got a flat tire on the interstate (which of course was oodles of fun). I had the privilege of changing the flat tire and putting on the donut (which I was happy to do), but can you imagine the spectacle of three grown women dressed in professional garb and one scruffy bearded dude on the side of the interstate changing a tire. I suppose it was a blessing that I was there, not because they couldn't have done it themselves, but that they didn't have to get dirty, and we were only about fifteen minutes late.
Anyway, look out everyone, I'll be back on the road again soon, and who knows what the jinx will bring next...
