The house is quiet at the moment because Sam is sleeping and Bill has gone to spend the evening with a friend and some beer. I’m rather agitated and feel like I should be doing something but there isn’t anything I can do to make what just happened at the Y better.
I’d taken Sam to the gym intending to do my workout and then take him swimming. I did my thirty minutes of cardio and was just picking Sam up from the playcentre when the tannoy asked for the driver of a blue Mazda 3 registration AFU to come to the front desk.
That’s Perdie. I was confused and went outside to see what was up. Soon I was even more confused as she wasn’t where I had left her. Instead she had rolled out of her spot and down the hill, coming to a rest scraped up against another car. I started shaking.
Thankfully no one was injured and the owner of the other car had just finished her work out and had returned to her car to discover this situation.
I was internally cursing myself assuming that I must have forgotten to put the brake on but when we looked through the window we could both clearly see that Perdie’s hand brake was on. Now I’m especially irritated because when I went to the dealership the other week I’d specifically mentioned that I’d felt the handbrake wasn’t feeling right but had been assured that all was well.
We had to hang around in the cold for the police to arrive to file a report. I felt especially bad for the other lady as she was 8 months pregnant and had a young daughter with her too. Her car also looks a lot worse than Perdie, though thankfully after the policeman had been and gone I took a better look and a lot of the “damage” seems to be dust that wipes off. Still, Perdie has some nasty dents and scratches on her rear wheel arch and the other car is damaged all along its side.
I’m rather upset, poor Perdie. What an expensive trip to the gym too. It’s really frustrating that no doubt our insurance premiums will go up and it sucks because as far as I can see I didn’t do anything wrong. I want to cry.