I dented and scratched my new car that I just blogged about getting. It doesn't even have permanent plates yet and here I went and scraped it against the wall of my narrow garage entrance way. I was afraid that it would happen since the parking garage is so tight and crowded. I guess I got cocky since so far so good and then wham, literally.
It felt like I got hit, since the blood rushed from my face to my feet when I heard the terrible scraping sound. It's one of those bang your hand against your forehead moments, or in this case my steering wheel. I just leased the car and now I have to pay to get it fixed. At first white paint from the wall was streaked across the black paint, but I paid a car wash shop to buff out the paint and scratches. It helped remove the white paint and dim the scratches, but it wasn't a miracle worker. Here's my rear tire area with it's new dent and scratches :( It's kind of hard to see in this photo though since the black color reflects.
So that was my sucky day, but yes I know it could of been worse. I could have been in a real accident or not even have a car to hit. Plus my boyfriend cheered me up with pity flowers and a mini cake that had a sad face painted on it for my sad day.