Oh, hello curb

Not really a curb, but I'm not sure what else to call it. So I was on my way home from my apartment at school when a friend called. She needed a ride to her parents' house due to complications with her other ride situation. I didn't have to give her a ride, but I offered so that she would actually get home at a decent time.

Her house had the most fucked up driveway I've ever seen. The entrance from the street was shared with the next house, but the driveways were separate. Having never been there before, I noticed immediately that her driveway was far too steep--making almost a 45° angle with the ground--for my front bumper to clear, so I started to widen my turn to go past her driveway and into her neighbor's. Of course, I was also in a hurry to get out of the way of rush hour traffic, further complicating my ordeal. As I was pulling in, I began to tighten my turn to avoid the gigantic boulders on the other side of the driveway when I hear "crrruuuuuuunnnnch!". Fuck. The purposeless 6" tall concrete median between the two driveways introduced itself to my passenger side undercarriage.

And of course, she was outside waiting for me, and said nothing as I was pulling in. As if putting a 16" scrape in my car wasn't fun enough, the 2 hour car ride with her (which normally would take only 1 hour) through the flooded bayou once known as I-94 sure topped off my day.