Got into a mini accident with my daddy's car on sunday! I was trying to drive out of the multi-storey carpark when I hit the divider so the car body (on the passenger's door, near the rear wheel) was "disfigured" by a series of multiple short scratches and a little dent.
Fortunately my dad wasn't that pissed (he was initially when I called him, but he called me back once he went to check on his car), but he was just agitated that I was over-confident and didn't really bear in mind the consequences - I could have parked at the normal carpark.
So well, I was a little traumatised by the accident, but good thing that the damage wasn't fatal and none of us was hurt.
So much for my little virgin adventure with my daddy's precious mazda 6!
