Finally! After five days of terrible dependence and relevant immobility…Havana Brown returned home! My precious companion is now an image of perfection. Beautiful, beautiful Havana.

I wasn’t so sure the insurance company’s garage will do a good job at giving her the plastic surgery she needed. I think I was even terrified she would return with a clumsy patch across her face. I called the company so many times this morning, every 30 minutes or so, and literally gazzazet-hom until they finally promised they will call me when she arrives to their HQ.

At around 2 PM the company called and asked me to come pick up Havana. I left the office in a hurry and when I got to HQ my eyes were searching, looking around, trying to find her…”Will there be a patch?”… “Will it be a cheap paint-job?”…”Where is she?”

An image of perfection, that’s what I saw when I spotted her parked next to a restaurant close by. You’d think an insurance company would have a parking lot around, but not in this land of virtually non-existent oversight. I checked Havana out, and, satisfied with the surgery, claimed the keys to that vixen.

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