I Am Not Angry, No I am Not Angry, Trust Me, I Am Not Angry

Still Here Too and I have resisted one of the great temp­ta­tions of sub­ur­bia. We have never allowed our two-car garage to be filled with enough “stuff” that we can­not park both our cars inside. How­ever there are still occa­sions when the fam­ily wheels must remain out­side. The resur­fac­ing of our neigh­bor­hood streets this past week caused such an occa­sion. When the sec­tion in front of our house was done, we lost access to our dri­ve­way for a lit­tle more than a day and had to leave the cars parked on the open street just down from the house. We live on a quiet cul-de sac with only a sin­gle con­nect­ing cul-de-sac, so there is lit­tle traf­fic. When Still Here Too went to move her car back into the garage she found the rear, driver-side pas­sen­ger door well crunched in. No note, noth­ing. The only cars or other vehi­cles that had been near her car where those of our neigh­bors, the lawn ser­vice trucks that inter­rupt the peace every morn­ing and the truck pick­ing up the bar­ri­cades from the resur­fac­ing. Too big a crunch to have been done with­out noticing.

First reac­tion? Damn, how much is this going to cost? Sec­ond reac­tion? Why didn’t who­ever did this at least leave a note? Third reac­tion? You don’t think one of our neigh­bors did this?

A grow­ing feel­ing of pres­sure. A grow­ing feel­ing of heat. A grow­ing feel­ing of tension…

And then san­ity. A few deep breaths. It is done. It is not going away. All you can do is get it fixed.

Turns out it will only cost a lit­tle more than the insur­ance deductable so we won…t even bother to file. It will only take a few days to fix, a new panel and a lit­tle paint. A lit­tle time and a tiny bit of stress. I (we) won’t get angry. No, I (we) won’t get angry.

But who­ever did it is a real twit - there, now I feel bet­ter.

Is Still Here