When you move to DC, your car insurance goes up.
And for good reason. I've had a lot of bad stuff happen to my car. Being sideswiped while parked is the least of it.
My hood got all dented in what we had to assume was the process of someone standing on it. In order to smash my windshield. Just for fun.
The best, though, was when my entire wheel got stolen. They left it jacked up, with just the little nup sticking out. They took the whole fucking wheel.
The policeman told me I was lucky. Lucky they didn't steal my entire car.
So I thought about this last weekend.
After I left the car running on the street in front of our house.
Honest to god. I didn't even notice. I got a great parking spot, parked, and walked inside with the bags I was carrying.
It's not exactly as terrible as it sounds, in that a friend of ours was double parked just ahead of me, unloading furniture that didn't fit in my little Civic. So our front door was open, and Nick and others were in and out.
I'd have done it regardless, I am certain. Because my house keys and car keys are on separate rings.
Suddenly I realized I'd forgotten something in the car. And started looking for my keys.
Just after my search began, Nick started calling for me. "Lisa!"
I don't answer. I'm digging through my purse.
"Hey, Lis! Could you come here? Lis?"
And I was thinking, ohferfuckssake just give me a second. Seriously? What's so urgent?
"Goddammit! Hang on! I'm trying to find my fucking keys!"
"Odds are they're in your car. Which you left running."