So, my Easter Sunday started off with me waking up at 8:30 - sleeping in - to get ready to go pick up my son. I brushed my teeth and got dressed and figured I would run across the street to rite aid to get all of the stuff for his Easter basket and to do a little Easter egg hunt for him. I’m walking out of rite aid and one of my biggest fears as I’m walking up to my truck is seeing the side of my truck smashed up (I park on the street). My biggest fear became my reality. As the curses were flying from my mouth like raindrops falling from the sky, I had to somehow find a way to track down who did it. I decided to run back into rite aid since they have a camera outside their building and what does the manager tell me - “oh, that doesn’t work”. I was pissed and knew that it was total bullshit. I mean, what type of pharmacy has broken cameras? There was no sense in arguing with the guy though. So, I walk back out to put my stuff in my truck and a guy approached me and says “is that your truck?” I’m thinking “of course it’s my truck jackass, can’t you see me cursing about it over here”. Obviously that would’ve been super rude so I kept my cool. It ended up being indirectly my lucky day; it was actually the guy who hit my truck. Not only was he a super nice dude, by the time I realized my truck was hit he had already filed the police report and made the insurance claim. We also have the same insurance company too to make the process a little easier. 

Obviously it’s never ideal to have your vehicle hit or be in an accident but in his particular instance, I couldn’t have been luckier. Not only did he take care of all of those things but the major plus was the fact my son wasn’t in the car, I wasn’t in the car, the other driver didn’t get hurt and all in all it was nothing more than an inconvenience. Obviously I would rather have my truck over the Nissan Sentra that the rental company gave me but it is what it is. I couldn’t be mad because it was an “accident”. Nobody crashes into you on purpose so what’s the point in getting super upset about it. Shit happens and we move on. It’s always a good day when nobody gets hurt and I’ll be able to replace the truck soon enough. 

After that we grabbed some dinner at my moms and brucie had a ton of fun. He loves going over to his grand moms to play. I’ve never seen a kid with so much energy as when he goes there haha. He slept over there since I was without a car and couldn’t take him to school the next day while I went to go grab my rental car. Now the wait is on until I find out the situation with my truck. Hopefully it’s not totaled!