Oh, so my dad doesn't tell me he fucked up the Bimmer, he tells my sis. So I go out to check it out, and the entire passenger door is kinda caved it, not really a dent anymore, like someone semi-t-boned it. And there's this white paint on it, making it seem like it was a white car that rammed it. So I ask my sis to ask my dad, what exactly happened. I'm thinking he got into a hit-and-run, otherwise it would have been resolved by now with the insurance company and my dad would be pissed. Turns out he was backing our the garage, and turned too sharp and ended up scraping the white brick that our house has. But a fucking caved-in door? I would have thought he would have stopped after the first milisecond he heard scraping. Doesn't make sense. Oh well, as long as I didn't put it to shits. I was careful with her, with the occasional drifting on ice.
Not even six months old, and she's already retarded.