So I go back to the tire place and they "fix" the tire. I put 'fix' in quotes because I don't trust them at all since the guy basically started the conversation with, "Gotta take better care of the vehicle" and then implied the wobble was an illusion.
Needless to say, I was a little... um... angry.
But the tires are fixed, and I need cat food for the two little kittens that decided my place was full of awesome sucker-for-cuteness (true), so I stop by the local grocery store. And as usual, when shopping before eating, I was putting more in the basket than was strictly necessary when I hear a PA announcement asking that, "... the owner of a blue bus, please come to customer service?"
Hmmm. Maybe they're just pissed I parked in their tiny parking lot?
, I think feeling a little proud I was even able to get the bus into the lot.
So I wander up to the counter, planning my defense (I'm just here to spend money, honest. No overnight parking at all. Just passing through.)
, and see some guy with a sheepish grin on his face (who is vaguely familiar too and I know this is gonna come back to bite me in the butt later when we meet again), who immediately says, "I tried to get inside to stop it...."
I TRIED TO GET INSIDE TO STOP IT
Seeing the look of shock and terror on my face, one of the customer service folks said, "You must have forgotten to set the parking brake. The bus rolled into a car."
"HOLY ****!" <-- that was me suddenly realizing the bus I could clearly see out the front windows of the store was, in fact, NOT where I'd originally left it.
I run outside to find the damage, feeling like someone kicked me in the gut when I realize how bad this could be. All kinds of horrible visions flash before my eyes in nanoseconds before I see the reality...
The reality wasn't quite as bad. The car the bus hit was pushed about a third of the way into the parking space in front of it. Luckily, no one was parked in front of that
car, and the push missed the other two vehicles by four or more inches. The pushed car was an older model with a solid bumper (thank heavens!) that didn't show a scratch at all. No dings, no dents, no (more) missing paint than was already there.
Feeling mortified beyond belief, I apologized like crazy to the lady who owned the car. She was okay with it, and seemed nice enough. Time will tell how this plays out. We exchanged phone numbers and info, then I finished shopping and went home.
The moral of the story is, if you're a redhead like me - especially prone to losing one's mind when angry - then checksheets are your friend. I went to work the next day and typed one up. Now to figure a place to post it.