I'm Sorry

I promised myself that I would use this as a way to express thoughts that I believe are important, but it appears that I am about to break that promise. Plus, I hate it when people complain to me about things that I cannot control or remedy, so I'm going to be hypocritical with this post unless someone helps me find the culprit. I'm rambling, and I'm sorry.

I opened the door to the house and was about to walk to the car at about 11:10 this morning when I saw my side mirror lying on the walkway to the street. The car was parked with the passenger side closest to the house, so a quick check determined that it was my driver side mirror. My passenger side mirror has been a passenger side mirror casing for about 3 years, ever since I clipped someone else's mirror with mine. That's okay, though, since a slight adjustment of the rearview mirror left me with a very small blind spot that I could check with minimal head turn. However, without my driver side mirror, I would have to turn most of my body to check the blind spot. This would not be fun.

All of this went through my head in about 2 seconds. Then it dawned on me that if my driver side mirror was on the walkway and not on my car, there would probably be more damage. Unfortunately, my intuition was correct. I can open the driver side door about 3 inches before the front of the door hits the back of the wheel well. I don't know how much money it will cost to fix, but my car is an '89 corolla. There aren't exactly tons of replacement parts anymore. Plus there have been about $1,000 worth of repairs on it already and I'm not sure that it's worth spending more money on it. The problem is that I go back to Purdue in 2 days. Even if it does get repaired it won't happen in a day. While I consider myself an accomplished driver, I do not feel comfortable driving with no side mirrors; that is, of course, in addition to the fact that it is illegal.

So, it looks like I'll be without a car for a while. As I said, I hate that I'm complaining to people that can't do anything about it, but for some reason I thought that it would make me feel better if I wrote about it. It didn't, but I've been writing for about 10 minutes and don't feel like deleting 10 minutes of work, no matter how worthless it is. My sister took pictures of the damage so once I figure out how to get them off the camera and onto the computer I will post them with this story, provided I don't forget.