Kiss my ass

Someone kissed my ass. Literally.

The ass of my car, I mean.

It was stop and go for the vehicles to turn right (it's left-hand drive here). My turn finally came but my engine stalled as I forgot to shift into the first gear. Before I was able to start my engine back on, a huge jerk hurled my colleague and I forward. The jolt stunned me. I wondered out loud to my colleague, 'What happened to my car??!!!'

In my confused state, I didn't realise the van behind me has just kissed my car. Until my colleague enlighted me.

My immediate reaction was to proceed to a carpark nearby to access the damage. The whole time, my mind was in a turmoil, 'Fuck! My car got smashed up after just 4 months! Why am I so stupid and forgetful and didn't change to first gear when I drove off!!! Damn! Damn! DAMN!!!'

I heaved a heavy sigh and could not bear to imagine how bruised my bumper would be.

The injury was however very slight. To my inexperienced naked eyes, at least. A slight dent on the number plate. The young driver apologised and we exchanged contact numbers for insurance claim purposes.

Later the workshop had a look at the damaged ass. Apparently, the mechanism on the bumper has absorded the force of the bump. Despite the unseen injury, this mechanism might not be functioning properly as it should now. Hence a repair like this would cost approximately 800€. Bloody daylight robbery!

The details have been communicated to the van driver. And for 2 days now we've been waiting for him to give us his insurance details. He hasn't been in touch.

We will call him tomorrow or else a visit to his bike shop will be inevitable.

Meanwhile, my fear has made a full comeback. Sigh.