That (Curse Word) Parking Lot

Last Wednesday, I was off to deliver cupcakes for our community Bingo evening.  The delivery was accomplished. 

Upon exiting the parking lot - no accomplishment.  Yikers and smucksville, I backed into a parked car.  It was not a foreign sports car.  Glory was no where near in sight.

Yes, I just stood there in the parking lot - leaning on the left leg - because all is uphill/downhill.  I truly was shook up.  My word, I have just delivered cupcakes and now, all hell is broken loose. 

I went back to the community center to tell my friend...I hit your vehicle.  We exchange the necessary insurance papers and all was well.  I am forgiven because being the generally safe driver I am - never had an accident in well over 50 years.

However, now my Noisemaker, I must tell.  His baby is now damaged.  As I arrive home, he is talking with the cancer specialist.  Oh my fn oath, this is not going to be a good day.

I step outside.  I am not religious - so I sing Prine - all the snow has turned to water...and I just backed into a vehicle...smoking a cigarette in the path and desperately trying to get my marbles safely and firmly in my mind to explain the little dent in the truck. 

I did my best, Noisemaker went to where Linda resides.  Sh*t happens.  Life goes on. 

Noisemaker has resided to the fact his Blue Ranger has suffered a smucksville.  Yeppers, Sh*t happens and life goes on...