Some a-hole hit our car while I was at CVS today getting photos developed. I didn’t notice it from the way that I parked, as I did not need to pass the back of the car to get into the driver’s seat. But Pricer had to run an errand tonight and saw it while he was out. He came back looking very solemn and said ‘Someone hit Frank’. At first I thought he was talking about a scratch on the passenger’s side of the bumper so I went out to take a look, but holy hell someone really hit our Frank The Tank*

Thanks jerk. 

*Price named the car ‘Frank The Tank’ because this teeny tiny car has put up with our crazy city driving and our long crazy adventures.