Remember that little tiny car accident I had a few weeks ago? I didn't want to write any more about it until everything was resolved. Well, it's resolved. I think.
I strolled casually over to the car.
"What are you doing, sweetie?" I asked SH.
"What happened? Why didn't you tell me? The car is damaged!"
I squinted and looked at the bumper. It was scuffed a bit, but I had thought some spit and rubbing would solve that problem.
I didn't see it, but I am also of the belief that the function of a bumper is to bump and sometimes bumpers do not stay factory perfect, especially on 8 year old cars.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"The guy came and knocked on the door! He told me that when he drove the van, the bumper rubbed against the wheel! Why didn't you tell me!"
That stinker! He ratted me out!
"Because he said he was going to fix it and not to worry and I didn't think there was anything to tell!"
SH stomped around the car and did his guy who loves cars emoting.
"Um - are we going to have to pay to repair his car now?" I asked.
"He said he would take it to his mechanic to see if the mechanic could just pull out the bumper a bit," SH said. "He thought the mechanic might do it as a favor or charge $100. He's going to let us know."
"Why didn't you tell me? Wouldn't it have been better for me to hear it from you than from him?"
I answered, "If he had just kept his mouth shut, there wouldn't be anything to tell!"
So now we wait.