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I went to see a movie tonight with Caitlin, and while in the movie I get a phone call from my brother. He's like "are you at work?" and I'm like "noooo" and he's like "the mercedes got hit in the parking lot" and I'm like "huh?" and he's like "go outside where ever you are and deal with the cops"


Sure enough, outside there were cops and this van just turned way too early pulling out and hit the side of the car. Pretty nasty damage, considering the car is a 1977 Mercedes SL 450 ... But yeah, then the boss of the driver of this van calls (cuase he owns the van) and tries to make a proposal and I'm like "uhh, my dad owns the car not me"


So yeah, weird story. The freakiest thing was how I couldn't figure out how they managed to call my house and my brother call me if they didn't know my number, but they said they'd ran the plates, so it made sense afterwards.


Spork.