The Continuing Saga of the "Loaner" Cars...

Some of you may remember this.  About 4 months ago, someone hit my precious Honda in the parking garage at work and caused considerable damage to my baby.  The other guy's insurance company graciously offered to cover all of my expenses.  I thought they were the greatest insurance company in the world...until they gave me the world's ugliest loaner car (a fire engine red Chevrolet HHR with dark tinted windows).  We not-so-lovingly referred to it in our family, as the mob loaner car. 

My husband made fun of the car and even refused to ride in it.  Well, honey, karma's a bitch!

About 6 weeks ago, he was in a pretty bad car accident where he hit a wheel laying in the middle of the interstate while he was going 65 mph.  It was so bad that they had to shut down the interstate while they cleaned up all of the carnage.  (Just for the record, my husband was not hurt other than a few bumps and bruises.  He's completely fine now.)

Believe it or not, the truck was not totalled, although it cost almost $11,000 AND AN ENTIRE MONTH to fix it.  During this time, I mostly drove my mom's car when she didn't need it.  We finally got it back about a week and a half ago, and would you believe it shook to high heaven every time he got above 45 mph!  Around our neck of the woods, 45 mph doesn't get you anywhere anytime soon!

Before we sent it back to the dealer (on the recommendation of our insurance company), we asked an auto-body friend from church (who we should have taken the truck to in the first place) to look it over and give us a list of anything that needed to be fixed. 

This past Monday, hubs took the truck and the "list" back to the shop.  I told him I needed my car all week and that I thought the shop should give us a complementary rental car. 

They did.

Dearest honey.  Remember that time you laughed and mocked my mob loaner car?

Pay Backs!

Ladies and Gentlemen (if there are any who read my blog), I introduce you to the Nissan Versa.  What is that, you say?  Yeah.  My point exactly.

Now picture my 6 foot manly man of a husband in his "baby" loaner car.  It may not look like it in this picture, but I promise you this entire car is no bigger than my dad's lazy boy chair.  BWAHAHAHAH!!AHAHAHAH!!HAHAHAH

Love,
K