I didn’t drive my car all day yesterday because my colleagues and I went to a Sox game after work yesterday, so I took the train instead. This morning, I excitedly climbed into my car, missing the sweet smell of leather, only to discover that she had been accosted in the night! This would be my right side mirror dangling from the wiring within. Lucky for me, someone left a note and filled me in on how the accident occurred.
Apparently while I was patronizing the game, an ice cream truck was double parked on my street across from my car. Oncoming traffic had a narrow space to navigate between the ice cream truck and my car parked on the left. Since no one in this city has any patience while driving, a number of vehicles passed through this space quicker than they should, knocking my mirror repeatedly. The woman who left the note happened to be the straw that broke the side window’s back, snapping the arm clear in half.
So now I’m in the throws of dealing with her insurance and trying to get this thing repaired before I head out of town on Friday. Poor baby Jetta!