Skippy the Deerslayer

Deer – 3, Sue – 1.  … and how was your Friday?

I was up early to take my NEW car (the VW Beetle – Skippy) to get her very first oil change. I had to go to the neighboring town where we bought her, about 40 miles away. I decided since it had been so sloppy I'd wash her on the way, so headed into town. I saw a few deer on the road south of our house, but saw them coming from a long ways away and stopped to let them cross the road safely. Continuing on, I turned onto the paved road and hadn't gone more than 1/2 mile when one came flying over a bank, through the ditch, and right into the side of my NEW car. This is the third deer I've hit over the past 10 years, and the second in a year. The last one I killed. The guy following me told me this one just limped away. That's nice…

I have a headlight lense gone. Cracked front fender, bashed in driver's door, bashed in back panel, and badly cracked back fender. I am not happy.

Continuing my "good" day… I drove to the dealership where they proceeded to say, "we'll see you at 5 o'clock". Huh? I was getting a loaner, but thought I was going to only be stuck there for a few hours. No. I guess if you get a loaner (instead of waiting) you get the all-day treatment. Ooohhh. Since they were also fixing a couple of minor things, I said okay and proceeded to the loaner. A lovely new car it was clean and had all the ammenities. Except fuel. The fuel light was on. Sheesh. So, I go in and politely say, "I'm from out of town and I see the car is out of fuel…can you tell me where a good place to get some is?". Silly me, thinking they may actually offer to put in a bit. No. They told me there was a station up the road a piece.

Next time? It's going to be serviced here in town, if not by my own husband. We'll see what the body shop says Tuesday. My poor baby…