(you know where this is going, right?)
Back when we got our CR-V in 2005, it only took me a few weeks to "bump" into something.
It wasn't that big of a deal and we got it fixed but I felt horrible about the whole thing.
Enter new mom-van the week after Christmas. All shiny, and perfect. Oh the stress of a brand spankin' new, untouched vehicle. It weighs on me.
PLUS! It came with all these awesome sensors that MAKE SURE you never hit a doggone thing! (unless you're me)
A fancy back up camera (or two) with a view of the cement and/or entire backside view. Beeping sounds that go off as you (meaning me) get close to hitting ANYthing!
(including the plastic kids slide that resides on the side of the driveway).
Anyway, as you can probably guess out of all that set up, last Saturday as I was pulling out of the driveway to go to the gym for my run, I hit something.
But not just anything. Our CR-V.
Go ahead, laugh it up.
And instead of me intricately describing HOW I ran into our OTHER car, please reference my illustration below instead, k?
See, Tim's car (which used to be my car, if you're keeping up) is not USUALLY there when I'm going most places, like school pick up, etc. SO, I usually just pull out that way and well, hit nothing and then pull out of the driveway going forward, which I like to do.
BUT, since his car was there and I ignored aforementioned beeping sensors, thinking they were just alerting me to the slide I was about to maybe bump into and I am SO NOT USED to having a back-up camera (OBVIOUSLY...) that I don't look at yet, I hit it. Smack.
First on both of our cars then on my face to my palm. Double Smack. Notice me saying a few choice "bleeps" up there in the picture too...
Then I cried and went inside and woke up my husband at 6:45 on Saturday morning (I suck) to tell him I'd messed up both of our vehicles. Sh*t. k Thankfully the CR-V "damage" was extremely minimal, the dent in my bumper was no longer than 7 inches wide and it was just a tad moved out of place.
He was very understanding, as usual, and we just agreed we'd fix it when we had time.
FFWD to me at school pick up the other day and one of my friends parks behind me and sees the oopsy. Another friend is in her truck with her and tells me about a local place that fixed her SUV for a great price.
So, after my run yesterday I called them.
And they said to come on by.
And then my day, week, month
I coulda kissed him. Seriously. Like full-on, on the mouth.
But I refrained, because well, you know...
Anyway, it's fixed. And when I asked them what I owed them they handed me several business cards and said, "Just 5 referrals, M'am".
And then my head exploded from good cheer. Seriously.
And if I'd had any cash (dear Lord, what happens to all my cash?) I would have insisted they take some but we settled with a nice handshake and me taking a stack of cards, which I will dutifully pass out, mind you.
So, if you're in the Lafayette area and you need some awesome guys to fix your "oopsy" go see the guys at Cajun Customs.
They're my new BBFs, for life.
p.s. lesson learned. Dad.
p.p.s. Y'all know I'm only blogging about this because it has a happy and cheap ending and I sorta redeemed myself, right? ;-P