Today is Friday the 13th. I’ve always considered the day to be lucky for me since I was born on a 13th day of the month and because on one Friday the 13th in high school I won a writing contest and a random raffle within hours of each other. I even told that story this morning at work. I’ve always been ambivalent to the day’s supposed unlucky qualities.
Well… that lucky streak ended with a coworker backing into my poor, defenseless parked car, soundly denting and scraping both doors on the driver’s side. My poor little Stratus. I had just commended her on making it to the gas station that morning when she was basically running on fumes. Survey the damage below.