Last night I got into a car accident. Luckily, everyone is okay, and it wasn't my fault, but the poor Scion TC (Trixie) is back in the shop. Again. She's a magnet for trouble. This young guy turned his Scion XB left into my driver's side, and, well, Trixie is severely damaged. It's not pretty. After we figured out what to do, and exchanged information, the guy said to me, "It's too bad we had to meet under these circumstances." I was thinking, "It's too bad we had to meet at all!"

Now I'm driving a rental car, and I think the guys at Enterprise thought they were "hooking me up" by presenting me with a gray Chrysler 300 at a regular car price.

Me: "Um, what about that Kia out there?"

Them: "No, you want the leather seats."

Me: "I do?"

Them: "Yes!"

Me: "Oh."

Next thing I know I'm driving away in the boat that is the 300. I'm a bit uncomf. I can't parallel park this thing, and I'm not sure it's a car that says Megan R. I hope I don't get my ass kicked by a bunch of old men or rap stars. People keep asking me, "Does it have hydraulics?" Another friend suggested I get a martini and take up golf.

My life. I love me!