I did something stupid not too long ago.
I was taking Cooper to the Snout for a day at daycare (yes we are one of those pet owners, but it works out great when we're going to be out late at night). I kept the garage door closed so I could get him into the car.
So I opened the garage door when I got into the driver's seat. Absentmindedly I turned on the car, shifted into reverse and started to back out.
When the car jolted in reaction to the garage door scraping across the top, Cooper and I glanced at each other with a look that said "Oh fuck."
The damage doesn't appear to be too bad though there are definitely some scratches and at least one small dent.
My poor Dharma.
The stupidest part about it all is I did a very similar thing when I was 16 or 17.
Only it wasn't small damage. I took a side mirror completely off. And a chunk out of the side of the garage.
My dad was not pleased with me.
But telling John I screwed up the car is infinitely easier than telling my dad. So at least there's that.