Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Why Parking At Trader Joe's Sucks.

Last Monday, my car was Hit while parked in the parking lot of My Local Trader Joe’s. In case you are Keeping Track, in the Eight Years I have resided in Los Angeles, this would be The Fourth Time A Vehicle I Owned Has Been Struck While It Is Parked And I am Not In It. FOUR. This does not include The Number Of Times A Vehicle I Owned Had Been Just Plain Struck, mind you – that would be Seven Times. No, this is Just The Times when it has been Hit and I Am Not Even Freaking Near The Car. Four. That’s My Crappy Car Karma at work, you see.

The Part that kills me about My Car being Hit While Parked At Trader Joe’s is that this is a pretty busy parking lot, with Attendants and everything. So, there were Lots of Witnesses. The Woman who hit my car felt that all she needed to do was Leave An “I’m Sorry” Note With Her Cell Phone Information On My Driver’s Window. Which, I admit was Very Nice. However, she then proceeded to Go Shopping. She didn’t have me Paged. She didn’t Look For Me at all! I guess it didn’t seem All That Imperative to look for The Owner of The Car Whose Paint She Just Peeled Off The Back Rear Fender While Pulling into A Very Ample Parking Spot While Three Parking Attendants Watched. No, instead it was Much More Important to Get Groceries.

Naturally, when I emerged from The Store and saw My Car, I was Livid. The Parking Attendant ran over to me and said, “You better go in there and Find Her. I told her to Leave A Note, but she could have left A Fake Phone Number.” So, I returned inside. Everyone who Worked In The Store seemed to know me as “The One Who Got Hit.” They paged The Driver of The Car That Hit Me And Was Still Parked Next To Me Because It’s Owner Had To Get Her Groceries. Turns out – I Knew Her! Back in The Day, we worked together at The Trendy Los Angeles Hotel/Restaurant. She seemed Annoyed that I wanted her Insurance Information. “My Car is All Banged Up!” she informed me, pointing out her dents and dings. Meaning, I suppose that Mine Should Be Banged Up, Too.

On my way home, The Girl phoned me and asked me if I would Take Cash instead of Going Through The Insurance since she Just Had An Accident Last Week and Her Rates Will Go Up. Of course, I said,"No Way." I felt Bad. But, this accident Wasn’t My Fault. My Rates Won’t Increase.

I just hope that doesn’t mean My Crappy Car Karma Rates will Increase, instead.

10 comments:

Michael said...

Karma is out to get your car, just like the birds are out to get mine. Either way, we both get shit on.

Nanette said...

Yikes! Poor thing!

justJENN said...

That's so weird that you knew her!

Her car is probably 'all banged up' because she is a shit driver.

Jenifer said...

I'm thinking happy thoughts for you Miss Randy. No more bad car karma.

The Green Cat said...

One more reason I don't own a car... or drive... oh, wait, I live in Manhattan. I don't have to drive.

Sorry this happened to you. Hopefully your car karma will turn around!

Will said...

Someone hit me not long ago and we settled it sans insurance but that's mostly because I don't like dealing with insurance companies or for that matter doing anything that involves the phone.

Diane Mandy said...

That suck! I'm so sorry!

Cybele said...

Here on the East Coast, my insurance rates go up whenever I call to INQUIRE about making a claim, no matter WHOSE fault it was. So, something to feel lucky about.

Maybe the Universe is telling you to buy a Sedgeway....wonder how many bags of groceries fit on a Sedgeway.

Michelle said...

Hi TDR,

I am so sorry about your car being hit and I feel your pain...my car has been dinged & banged THREE TIMES!! Once at the school parking lot where everyone is maniac driver, once in lame ass Murrieta where there was a ton of space around my car and lastly was at work - the parking spaces are jacked up & super close together.

But seriously, what is it about Trader Joes being in the smallest locations when about half a million people shop there everyday?!

Inanna said...

:-( You were right not to let her give you cash. Maybe next time she'll watch where she's going.