I'm a very bad driver, and I know it. I'm an even worse parker. I acknowledge my shortcomings, though, and take all necessary precautions to prevent mishaps. For example, I use a handy dandy cinder block to let me know when to stop backing up, so I don't hit a metal vent in our garage. See Exhibit A below.
Ok, that was a little melodramatic. Truth be told, the scratch was minimal, and you can only see it if you really hunt hard. But, nonetheless, I was upset that this happened at all because I had gone to such lengths to avoid it. Bah!
Today we got an envelope from the IRS. The letter claims that the Monkeys still owe $9,359.74 in taxes. WTF?!?!?!?!?!?! We had already paid a boatload of taxes, and I looked at my bank account online to see what happened to that huge check I'd already sent. That big check had been cashed, damn it! I hate the IRS. I'm going to have quite the talk tomorrow. This can't possibly be right. Bah!