My car is just over a year old now. During my first week of having the car, the driver’s side door received a scratch from some co-worker’s car in the employee parking lot. Some touch-up paint helped cover the gauged plastic door bumper trim.

A few months later, I think a neighbor backed into my rear bumper at an angle, scratching the paint off, and popping out a screw that fastens the bumper cover down. I haven’t had the chance yet to touch-up that scratch yet, nor replace the screw, so I have to periodically push the edge of the cover back into place.

Earlier this year, likely in the Walmart parking lot (another reason I hate going to Walmart), it appears that a grocery cart was slammed into my front bumper. The pattern of ten or so scratches, 1 to 2 inches in length and about an inch apart, look suspiciously like the wireframe of a grocery cart.

But, lets not stop there. Last weekend, coming home from Taste of Atlanta, I backed into an empty parking space behind my parking spot to maneuver into my parking spot. While performing this near-daily maneuver, I glanced with disgust at the crappy maintenance job our condo association is doing in the parking garage. I had complained before about the parking garage being a mess–debris, leaves, etc. littering the garage for months. It used to be cleaned up weekly by our landscaping firm until the board switched firms to save money–which promptly eliminated weekly cleaning of the garage. Anyhow, the property management company obviously still is not interested in performing weekly maintenance, since the debris I was looking at with disgust had been accumulating again for weeks–then I heard a scraping noise–frack–scraped the side of my car against the garage column. Nice yellow warning paint and deep scratches on my bumper and side panel. FRACK! And to add to this injury, the parking garage was cleaned out a few days later! FRACK! FRACK! FRACK! If only that fracking garage had been cleaned out regularly, I wouldn’t have been so fracking distracted…

Oh, and yesterday I saw a nice scratch in my rear driver’s side door plastic bumper trim to match the one from the first week of ownership. Thank you, dear fellow employee: frack you