Okay, I don't think unluckier is a word, but my computer didn't underline it so I'm using it.
I told the story about how my tires were slashed. Apparently I was wrong. Somehow I accidentally did it myself. I must have run over that metal thing that was in my driveway and didn't realize it. The investigator who was handling my car showed me how the metal thing was drug on my driveway so that's how I did it. I feel like an idiot.
I need some yarn therapy because this feeling of being stupid has caused my anxiety to go through the roof.