Before leaving for Memphis, Emily asked if we could take my car. I had this strange feeling and said, "I don't want to take my car, because I think something will happen to it." So we drove to and from Memphis in her car without a problem (but we later found out that one of her tires was missing 2 of the 4 lug nuts). Yesterday I went out to my car and noticed that the back drivers side panel (behind the back wheel) was dented and scratched. I thought that someone must have hit my car and drove off. Upon closer inspection I noticed that the scratches were poorly painted over with a color that didn't match. It seems strange that someone would hit my car, then stop to paint it. I asked Lindsey if she knew anything about the dents and scratches, but she quickly said that she didn't. Her answer seemed a bit strange, so Emily called and asked her again. Lindsey continued to deny it, and continued to act strange.
Later, I picked her up so that she could borrow my car. Before I let her in, I had her walk around the side of the car and look at the damage. Again I asked her and again she denied it. Finally I said, "I'm not going to be mad, I just want the truth. "Fine," she said begrudgingly, "I'm sorry." (It was more of a "I'm sorry that I got caught") I told her that I was not upset about the car, but I was upset about her lying straight to my face.
The problem is still not resolved. She still claims to own half of my car, and still claims the right to use it whenever she wants. I have always been weary about lending it to her because she consistently brings it back late and filthy. "I MENT to clean it," she says, "I just had to go buy some medicine." It doesn't take 4 hours to buy medicine. And of course there is a big difference between MEAN and DO.