I was wakened from my snooze-button induced slumber at 7:30 this morning to... the door bell? No one rings the door bell. It's also 7:30am.
Let's cut to the chase, shall we?
When I came outside to see what was the matter, she said simply, "I hit your car. There's a little dent. Can you see it?"
Uhm, yup. Don't need a magnifying glass for THAT. Yeeouch. (Kia doesn't like a blemish in her side, now she's self-conscious!)
Egads! The door affected won't even open. Neighbor-gal thinks that a body shop will be able to just hammer it out and throw some paint on it. I've got news for her: nope.
Time to give Kia a facelift. I wonder how much it will cost.