Well I didn't see a little grey Dodge Spartus car as I was merging onto Freeway 80 in Sacramento, and side swiped it. I was driving Harry's VW Jetta and bent the fender and smashed up the mirror on the Driver's side. I wasn't able to open the door on the drivers side so I had to climb out of the passenger side to exchange information with the other driver. The other car looks just as bad as mine only the Dodge completely lost it's mirror on the passenger side. Woudn't you know that the other driver didn't have insurance or liscence plates on her car, you need insurance in order to liscence the car. I went ahead and went to work. When I got home, Harry climbed in through the passenger side to get into the driver's seat to take us to town to get an estimate on his car. On the way he asked me," f-in-what?" I said "f-in-uh?" He said, "where is the car repair shop again." I laughed and said, "Oh, Fst and 14th." Well now we are driving a rental and Harry's car is getting repaired and neither of us has to climb over the passenger seat to drive the car.
