Or as a friend of mine would say, ‘I’d like to kick myself in the ass but my legs won’t reach”.
Sometime ago, someone backed into my car, marring the corner of the rear bumper. Left no note, of course.
These days the bumpers are all plastic over foam and metal and painted to match the car.
I didn’t want to pay $700-$1000 to have a body shop completely repaint it, so I went to the car dealer and asked the used car manager who he used to detail the cars he gets in.
Anyway, I get the name of a fellow who works mainly with dealers, but he came out yesterday – Sunday – to look at my car.
It cost $200, and at the end of a couple of hours you couldn’t even tell where the damage was. Except the paint store sold him the wrong clearcoat – for enamel. Which he discovered after applying it to the car.
So he had to come back this morning with the right clearcoat, sanded off the bad clearcoat, put on the new – and the car looked great.
I make a short errand, put it in the garage, close the door, and as the door is descending I notice the car’s rear is a bit too far back.
Too late to stop the door – it catches the bumper and….
Well, he is coming out again sometime this week.