It doesn’t matter how many times I see it, everything I watch this clip I laugh my ass off.

Today started out as a great day.

Okay, maybe not great, but decent.

Before work, I took care of a bunch of phone calls I had forgotten to return. Mailed my W2’s, receipts and whatnot to my accountant. Completed and mailed the form to change the address on my voter registration to somewhere else. Deposited freelance money. And fed my Starbucks addiction.

Then work rolled around; I finished dubs I’d been putting off, finished four promos in record time and started work on 18 other projects left to be done.

Pretty good day, right? Getting things done, making money; can’t complain about that. Until I went out to my car for dinner:

Scratches. Through the paint. Down to the plastic on the bumper. My new car. The new car I just bought four weeks ago. The car I’m enduring the pain of a BMV visit to register tomorrow. Damn.

Apparently, while pulling out of the spot next to me, another driver dragged the back end of their car across the front of mine. Now they were very kind, offered to pay for the damages in a note they left on my windshield with their phone number and name. Unfortunately, I couldn’t read their name.

So now, a week that was building up to a trip to Michigan this weekend is actually building up to an early BMV visit on Thursday, then a meeting for an estimate on the damage Friday morning. Plus, I have to call the person at some point to figure out what I’m going to do about this situation.

Great.