Warning: Entering "Debt Imminent" Zone!

Yes. That type of debt. No, not "Oh, I owe you a few dollars and a date" type of debt. No. I'm talking huge debt, like, to the tune of 3,000+ dollars!!! Actually, I don't know the exact price, 'cause my Dad is getting the quote now. Quote for what, you ask? Oh, yeah I forogot to tell you why... Here it is. My dad, bless his heart, let me drive his 2012 Volkswagon Jetta TDI yesterday, because my car was out of gas. (You can see where this is going, can't you?) He specifically told me, "Don't damage it, or wreck it. You aren't insured to drive the car." Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem, because I am a very good driver. Now, as bad luck would have it, I hit the back of someone's trailer not 3 minutes from my house. Don't worry. I wasn't hurt, and I didn't think the car was either, but I freaked out and drove off. Turns out, that you're supposed to stay put and exchange insurance information instead of driving off. That, I found out, was illegal, and a felony to boot. But, I was on my way to the Stake Center for what was to be a relaxing Martin's Cove Readers Theatre. WRONG. I spent the entire hour with my head in my hands, worrying about how my dad was going to kill me dead. Then, he was going to bring me back so he could kill me again. I imagined many other scenarios, all of which ended in my own untimely death. I came home, told my dad, and we got the person's info. Luckily, the damage went to our car, instead of his trailer. All I have to do is pay the guy for his broken trailer taillight. No big deal. However, our car got more damage. It only hit the area directly to the right headlight and it's corresponding side of the bumper and the quarter-panel. Turns out, one (me) has to replace the entire bumper, the headlight casing, and the quater panel, to boot. I owe him a not-yet-known sum of money, and hopefully, my new summer job will assist me in paying off my debt to him. He took it better than I thought. I heard no swear words, no mean phrases whatsoever. When my brother (foolishly) asked him why he was taking so well, what with the absences of profanity and such, he gave a very profound answer: "What good would swearing or complaining do? It's not like it's going to fix anything!" Unfortunately, he is correct. Only money and hard work by someone else can fix the physical damage to the car. But, very few things can fix the emotional damage that happened to myself. That is two motorized vehicle accidents that happened in as many days! The other? Oh. Yeah. That one was the one where we (my two brothers and I) accidently hit our grandmother with our little red lawn mower tractor. That, we haven't told Dad of yet. He doesn't know, and as much as I want to keep it that way, our grandmother told us that we had to tell him, or else it might come up in conversation. And when stuff like that happens and he doesn't know, he blows it all out of proportion... I won't bother telling you the whole story, but she only has a bruise on her leg, a small cut, and a new wariness for lawn-mowing tractors. So yeah, that was my weekend. Sounds fun, don't it? Well, hope you guys had a good weekend, steer clear of avalanches!

ZW