I...can't believe it

*Lowers ears and lies down sighing.* I was actually having an almost decent day. After work and doing chores I was heading to the store to pick up groceries. I wanted to stop by the corner Chevron to get a newspaper. As I turned into the parking space, I'm not sure what happened. Hindsight in such situations isn't always clear. I think I hit one of those mounds that gas stations have. Not really thinking about it or anything, the effect was that my foot jumped on the accelerator just enough to rev me over the parking bar, what is it you call those things, and nudge the right side of the bumper against the building. The building is pretty resilient, thus not really showing any damage. My Jeep, however, does. The front right light assembly is smashed, and the fender, which was already dented, is now crunched up. The lights on that side don't work, well obviously. The police came and filled out a report. I have to go in Monday to pick up a copy. This is fantastic. I start to almost feel optimistic about life. *Shakes his head.* This isn't going to be cheap to fix either. It is necessary though. You can't not have lights. I'd planned on fixing the semi-damaged front bumper, too. It could've been rigged to hang right off the right fender. I was just working out how. It's all plastic. Everything is plastic. Why can't they use steel? The light assembly is all plastic too. So I now have to think about how to get this fixed, and besides that, how I'm going to rig it so I can still drive the car without it all falling apart. It's just sitting there, the only thing holding it to the Jeep being the wires. *Closes his eyes.* I need a shower now. My sunburn is peeling and itches badly, and I was sweating like I was in a sauna today at work. I'll just see you all around. At least I'm all right. I guess that's something positive. *Stands and pads off, tail hanging limp and lifeless.*

Adding an edit:

I can sort of piece together what happened, now that I've given it some more thought. I was turning off 7th Street to go into the parking lot of the Chevron. I'd braked during the turn to the point where I needed to press the gas a little more in order to get fully into the parking spot. Unfortunately, right as I pressed the gas I was going over one of those bumps. It caused me to press too hard, and there you have it. At least this makes sense to me. I may be wrong. I can't really say. For all I know, I just hit the gas like a moron and crash. *Shrugs.*