Fuckin’ A. I finally decided to get the Jeep washed today… but since I also wanted to put the top down and go to the gym and do somet other stuff, I didn’t go to my usually washing place – I went to a place that’s near the main campus because I was near there. Went through the thing, holding the canvas near the door so an overflow of water didn’t come in – this is normal – and got bounced around so I kept my eye on my antenna… half way through I felt a good nudge and heard a crack, but the antenna was OK, so I didn’t think anything of it.

Went to the gym while I let the top dry off. Came out and went to put my bag in the trunk… there sat my mangled license plate – second time I’ve had to replace that damned plate holder! – and my tail light was perpendicular to the body of the Jeep. One light bulb torn off, another hanging by its wire, and the housing hanging on by a thin thread of plastic.

Ran it back to the car wash: I have to call the manager tomorrow morning… I’m half expecting a “not our problem” shtick, and I’ll fight it until I lose my voice, but WTF man… easily the most annoyed that I’ve been at a retail place since I’ve been out here… and on the second anniversary of my moving to WA, to boot!