Livid.
Livid.
I checked the car that I thought it might be. There's a fresh dent at the same exact height as the scratches on my car, on the side of her bumper that would hit exactly where the mess is on my car. The paint is the SAME COLOR.
And she flucking denied it. Up and down denied it -- "I'd know if I hit your car." Obviously you were oblivious -- you backed out, and hit my car. The scratches weren't there when I parked behind you, and then you were gone and your paint was on my car. How stupid do you think I am?
So now I'm out the money to have it replaced, even though I know she did it. I took pictures of my car, her car & her license plate, but I can't do a thing about it -- I didn't see her do it.
Stupid wench. It's so frustrating knowing she did it, and having NO recourse whatsoever. I can file a police report, but whoopdeedoo, they can't do shit.
I'm so pissed.




My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
I'm a mama!
