Double blah

[newschick]

I just got back from the yard where my car is. I said to the woman in reception that I believed they had my car, a Corolla that had been banged up, and the guy beside her said "Oooooh, the blue one?" and they both cringed. Yes, the blue one. The mucked up horribly smushed blue one. The woman said "Honey, don't just grab a few things - take everything. You won't be driving that car again, I can guarantee it." I pretty much knew that, but it sure didn't make me feel any better. So one of the guys came back with me with a couple of boxes, we unloaded all my crap (which was quite a bit), and I said goodbye to my poor little car for the last time. It was a very sad moment. My poor baby car.