Monday, June 13, 2005
A Scratch
I did manage to cut the dog's hair, ready for the hot weather. As soon as she saw the scissors in my hands she must have remembered the humiliation of the last year. She hide behind the chair where Sickie was sitting having his drink. Just before that the Sickie was arguing that he doesn't want to have a shower. Both of them looked at me with as much contempt as a prisoner would look at the prison officer but the dog wasn't spared.
Later on I dragged the Sickie to go to the pictures..More contempt and more arguments but I won. As usual we were late. The sickie missed the last step of the stairs and his ankle was jerked so he was in even worse mood. As I am driving towards the disabled parking spot that I had noticed in the car park another car from the left give way drove out. I screeched with the emergency brakes and she, the other driver did too. I did hear a little knock so I came out to look at my car. In the mean time Sickie put his thumb up to the driver and her boyfriend saying it's ok so they drove away. There was a scratch or two just above the bumper and on the bumper. I know it isn't a lot but it will still cost me to have it sprayed.
Some repair was going on so we had to walk a little further to the entrance and Sickie had to stop a few times. His face looked all ashened and tired. It wasn't worth sitting in the film because he was all upset and kept going on about the accident. What with him missing the step, walking to the entrance and the accident was more than he can cope with so we came back home. He interferes in everything without thinking like he let those people go before we could assess the damange to the car and causes more hassle for me.
Mind you tonight I am bothered about a scratch or two but at least I have the car - last night I was worried about the whole car with those three lingering near it.
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