"There's my "Get out of Jail free card." he said. "For a long time.""Really," I implored, "It was an unavoidable accident. A meeting of a really bad day and a poorly placed post. Which, I might add, was scarred with the paint of at least 11 other cars, the most recent being red."
"Mom." I looked over at my grinning son. "You need to blog this."
"Er, well, it isn't particularly interesting." I stammered. But now the whole family is grinning as we stand around the shattered remains of the side mirror.
"You blogged my tooth extraction." Caden adds.
"And me being sick off the side of a boat." Ry accuses.
"And the horrible outfit Daddy made me wear." says the traumatized child.
I can see I'm out numbered. So I sportingly bring you the not so particularly interesting news of the demise of the side mirror. Oh, a dent (fairly decent) and some scratches too. My worst sin, however, doesn't seem to be the damage inflicted to Brian's car. It is the fact I don't "get it". I can't seem to wrap my brain around the "horror". Yes, I like to keep things nice and wouldn't intentionally cause damage, but it's a car. Not a child or a body part. Certainly not an antique car, nor a fancy race car. Its a Pontiac vibe. I certainly don't want the cost of replacing the mirror either. This attention doesn't apply to just the vibe. I recall a day last year, when some scratches showed up on our Chevy Astro, which, guilty or not, have been attributed to me. Thirty seconds after Brian got home he noticed the scratches. He later complimented me on my new shirt that I had worn lots of times since I had bought it several months ago. It takes less than a minute to notice new scratches on a car, and several months to notice a new shirt. No, I just can't comprehend the horror.
I will resort to what women in my position have done in ages past. Prepare loads of good food, exclaim once in a while over the "careless and catastrophic damage" to the car, and wonder when that "get out of jail free" card will be redeemed.
'til next post.
ei
1 comment:
I can sympathize as I tore the side mirror off on the passenger side of the Santa Fe. It was broke and damaged. I did this at Lila's backing out of one of the narrow parking places at night. A pole took it off also. Dad was able to get a new one on ebay for .99. It was even the same color. So we didn't have to have it painted.
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