“He’s insulted.” my friend said when I told him the tale of the headlight, “He knows that a sexy new item has caught your eye, and he’s insulted. No doubt about it.”
My car. It’s a ‘he.’ My Beloved. He’s a 1996 Toyota Corolla that I bought (used) in 1998. He’s got over 170,000 miles on him.
The thing is, you see, that on July 10, 2009 I fell in love at first sight with a 2010 Chevy Camaro. Everyone knows that I’ve set my sights on getting one. Everyone, including... My Beloved?
No, no, I told myself. Headlights burn out, and cops notice. Tired gals get pulled over on their way home from work, and little pink warnings are written out. A car’s hurt feelings have nothing to do with it.....
Cars don’t have feelings.
.. right?
That’s what I told myself.
But within a week, blue lights were flashing in my rear view mirror again. “What now?” I asked My Beloved as I waited for the officer to approach, “I know I haven’t transgressed any driving rule. What’s going on?”
“Did you know one of your brake lights is out?” the officer asked politely, “Driver’s side.”
Another pink warning.
A warning. My Beloved, nothing will ever replace you in my heart, not even a sexy six-cylinder Camaro, but you won’t last forever! Tell you what. Amber’s getting her license soon. I’ll pass you down to her. If only you promise to behave!
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1 comment:
I've certainly been there, done that... like the time over in Wilton that I drove my Opel into a car lot - just a spur of the moment thing - and it nearly died right then and there!
But I'm wondering if you went through with it and passed the beast on to Amber when James entered your life. If so, did she tame him? Did she change his gender? One would hope so since it is hard to picture a male Corolla!
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