I got home at 8 and Miranda was still on a tilt. 🙁 The way everything was left gives me the impression that they might do some work on her tomorrow after all. The welder did come. I took a picture, but I forgot to grab the camera and getting to it right now feels like too much work. The thought of going to a hotel this weekend is depressing beyond measure.
Open letter to the moron who rear ended me:
I AM ANGRY AT YOU MR. BEAN FROM OHIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It wasn’t enough that you destroyed my car and damaged my motorhome. No, your recklessness has forced me out of my home. I’m not being compensated for the fact that I haven’t been able to cook at home in days or that my home is in shambles and barely usable because of the car stuff being stored in it. I’m so tired of having that bicycle in my living room! I have to move it to access the inverter then move it again to access the loft and then move it again to get to the stove… I’m also not being compensated for the lack of sleep and the stress you put me through.
There was no reason for this to happen. You made a CHOICE to tailgate me and so you CHOSE to turn someone’s life to chaos. I hope that your insurance premiums go through the roof!!!!!Share on Facebook