’something fishy’

As all of you locals experienced, and most everyone else heard, we had a bit of a snow storm last week. Snow in Seattle usually reveals people’s true bad-weather wisdom and driving skills, and this year proved to be no different.

On Wednesday night I was downstairs playing a game of Rainbow Six, Kimberly had just gone to bed. I heard a faint *thump thump*, what I thought was her knocking on the wall to tell me that I’d forgotten to unplug the subwoofer again, but it sounded a bit “off.” I went upstairs to see what was what, and she said it wasn’t her. Hmm, ok, no big thing.

The next morning was like any other; we got up, got ready, smooch smooch, off we go. A few minutes later I heard a similar *thump thump*, which sounded like it was coming from the fireplace or the basement. “Great,” I thought, “the water heater just asploded.” Actually, it was Kimberly kicking the snow off of her shoes before coming back into the house.

“Someone hit my fucking car!”

To avoid sliding down the hill, and to ensure that she could get to work, she’d parked her car at the top of the driveway on Wednesday evening, right where I’d parked my truck the night before. Someone had, in fact, hit her car.

See that dry spot? That’s where her car was parked before the impact. Her front tire stopped about a foot behind where her rear tire used to be.

This is definitely a case of “You should see the other guy.”

Apparently these folks (husband, wife, two kids) were coming in for a wedding and had just finished a drive from Wyoming, Wisconsin, or somewhere. They got within 100 feet of their destination and bit it. Everyone was ok, no injuries. I’m just glad the tree was there; they were aiming right for the garage, and likely would have rolled a few times on the way. Those bumps I heard the night before? One bump for Kimberly’s car, one bump for the tree.The damage to her car, while not terrible, will likely cost more to fix than the car is worth, which sucks. She really loves her car and it’ll break her heart to see it go.But wait, there’s more …

We went to Enterprise the next morning to get a rental and met a mother and daughter doing the same. Apparently the daughter, about 16, had parked her 3-month-old Kia on the street as well. When she went out the next morning to head to work it was just light enough to see that one of the windows had been smashed out. She couldn’t see the rest of the car, nor did she feel like dealing with the issue. She went back to the house and asked her mom for a ride. By the time they left it had gotten light, and when they rounded the bend they saw that not only was the window missing, but so was the entire interior. Someone had smashed the window, placed a jug of gasoline on the seat, and lit it up. She had pictures, the car was absolutely destroyed. The brand new stereo could be seen on the floor, and fiberglass sheets were all the remained of the two snowboards in the back seat. Our car arrived and we wished her well. As we were leaving I noticed that the rental agent had offered up a Ford Escape in, ironically enough, orange. The color of fire. They’re all heart there at Enterprise.

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