Undermining my residence

AND all the underpinning, which is needed at the front and back (plus a little bit along the side) can be done from the outside - which makes Jordan really happy, but seems just to mean they can do flooring and stuff.

In fact even with the 90 day delay issue on the basement, they can do the same thing I have upstairs downstairs - lay the floor, do the framing, plumbing, elec & hvac...they just can't put up the walls until they're inspected, while the inspection date may be delayed.

I'm thinking of having beer in my house / on my porch. For no reason.
In the dark.
Bonding with my alleged home.

(no subject)

AND I just caught a hit-and-run driver.
Who had just wrecked my car.
In my parking lot.
It's my neighbor. Sigh.

So yeah - I'm having a quiet night with me, playing video games by an open window, when I hear a crunch and a car alarm. It's loud and...and it's my car alarm. I stick my head out the window, that's my fucking car. I heard a crunch.

I COULD CATCH SOMEONE WHO BROKE INTO MY CAR!!!

I threw on pants (I hate pants) and flip-flops, and tore down the stairs - headed out the front door to have the best view of the lot as I came down the stairs. I pass my neighbor coming inside with a gym bag. I don't see anyone, and I stop running as I have a new of the lot and can tear after anyone running from the car. I approach slow...but there's nobody there. I walk around the car, nothing. No broken glass, nothing.

There are like 3 cars with their lights on. One leaves, another pulls up and leaves. One vehicle is a truck, ford f250 (big 'un), and it's lights are on.

I look at my bumper and it's sticking out a little...but I bumped that myself ages ago. But wait...I bumped the OTHER side. I look closer and discover the bumper, taillight, trunk, and back panel have all taken damage. I measure the height of the damage with my knee, walk to the truck...dead match.

However, the truck has NO DAMAGE at all. I pull a flashlight out of my car, look again - nope, no damage. Big Ford F-250 bumper bites a tiny civic without a hint of damage. I grab a pen and paper, and write down the tag #. I look inside the truck, which still has the headlights on, and it's empty. Uh huh.

Then my neighbor comes out, it's the same guy who came in, and his dog is on the leash (I heart that hound dog - he crawls on the window ledge and howls mournfully when alone). The leash broke, he asked me to catch the dog, did, and he asked what's going on (as I'm still looking around with a flashlight). I shine the light on the truck and say sure, 'know whose truck that is?' Mine he says, and say well I think you just back up into my car. He says he doesn't see anything so I show him, and says things like Wow, I had no idea. Remember I heard the crunch from my window.

BUT he apologizes, asks if we can take care of it without...I say sure (and play along with the idea that he didn't know he just bumped into a car, that went crunch, that he got out of his car and left the lights on, didn't notice the car alarm blaring right behind him as he did so...) and we swapped info,
-I'm so lame, he handed me his phone to put my info in and I couldn't figure out how to do that -
so he called my phone (land line!) so I'd have his number and vice versa.

We shook hands, he appreciated that I wasn't making a big of it...I warned him it might be a bunch as body shops charge a lot of front and back parts since they get hit a lot, and we had 2 lights and 2 panels that looked damaged (and the bumper). He said if so he'll just use his insurance, Geico.

On the other hand, while I heart my 2000 honda civic, that might mean it's totaled based on age. I was about to have to get a timing belt anyway (plus water pump), so that was at least another what...$700? Sigh.

Not sure if I let that go for a fear of confrontation, reaction to a real person, or just because I can easily imagine myself in the same situation.

Though I ran down the stairs to beat the shit out of someone - because I thought I heard someone breaking a window and it was MY CAR, and I was going to forgo the cops and arrest type stuff and just fuckthemtheshitup. Funny.

I'm a middle-aged professional who still has a 17 year old lizard brain.