get this:

Last Wednesday I wrecked my car. It was a complete accident of course. Two of my tires just slipped off a wet road, and when I jerked the wheel to get back on, I lost all control of the vehicle. Eventually, after all that spinning and swurving, I ran head-on into an embankment. I came out of the crash perfectly fine. The car, on the other hand, is destroyed.


Good times!

Anyway -- the following day I went down to the insurance company to ask about the rental that I get if I'm ever in an accident. They sent me over to Enterprise, where we filled out paperwork for a good 30 minutes before getting a vehicle. As soon as the guy hands me the keys and I'm ready to go out the door, he turns me around really fast and asks me how old I am. I answer that I'm 17, but will be 18 this December. So he takes the keys, and I'm not allowed to rent a car.

Last resort: I called my aunt Judy. She gladly (and bravely) agreed to let me borrow her car for about three weeks if we would rent her a car for a month.
So, I had only had the car for 23 hours by the next day. My mom was going to work in her giant red truck, and she was backing out of the garage. You guessed it - she backed into my aunts car and destroyed the front of it. :

Now, not only do we have to pay for a new car for myself, but we have to pay a good $300-$500 dollars to get the hood of this car fixed as good as new before Tuesday when my aunt comes over for dinner.

All I have to say is FML.