New Car Excitement
2010 Honda Civic Hybrid
I recently got a new car. I mean a really new car. It is a 2010 Honda Civic hybrid. We went all out this time with a 3 year lease and a car that would save us tons on gas. I love it. What can I say? It doesn’t ride quite like the New Yorker or the Park Avenue did but it is dang close. Now that the kids all drive and have their own car <Can we have an AMEN here> we don’t need all the room the old cars had. I feel like I am not only saving money but being earth friendly by cutting down on my carbon footprint.
I have to say I was feeling quite good about myself. I needed to go shopping today for some new clothes and being conscious of the new car I made sure to park it away from other cars so as not to hurt it. It is only a month or so old so I am still in the “I need to baby my car” phase.
I started out early this morning heading out for the Dress Barn and after parking carefully went in. A couple of hours later came out to find the car safe and secure, all by itself, and right where I left it.
The Burlington coat factory was my next destination. I parked my brand new leased car in the middle of nowhere once more, to to keep it safe. This time with more confidence. I came out horrified to find a cart up against the passenger door and ran to rescue my baby. After a close inspection I determined there were no dings or scratches and so breathed a huge sigh of relief.
At the Mall I was really leery. That is like the smash em up derby for new cars . Knowing this I parked way out. Out in the middle of nowhere. So far out that you nearly have to take a cab to get to the mall. You know the ones that only fill up the day before Christmas. If it were a stadium I parked in the “Nose Bleed Section”. The car looked so lonely out there. I was satisfied and went into DSW to find the shoes to match all the clothes I bought earlier in the day. I purchased my shoes and hiked out to my car. It still looked lonely and secure as I had left it.
Just as I reached the front bumper a beat up, rusty, old, blue Ford pulled into the spot right next to my drivers side door. He must have thought my car looked lonely too. NOOOoooooooo!!!!!!! I was swearing under my breath thinking there has to me 500 parking spots between me and the mall and he picks the spot next to my brand new car. Not the one two spaces or three spaces over or even 20 spaces over. NO RIGHT NEXT to MY NEW CAR. My car was an island for Goodness sake! I glared at the man who got out of the car and then watched in slow motion horror as he stood by indifferently while his little boy slammed the rusty Fords back door hard into my brand new 1 month old civic hybrid lease’s driver side door. I gasped and yelled and ran to inspect the damage. Sure enough there was a large scratch and dent. The man and the boy watched me but then proceeded to walk away!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “What do you think you are doing?” I asked. “This is a brand new car that you just damaged!” I managed through clenched teeth. “I need your information”, I told him.
His name was Robert and it seemed that he borrowed his cousin Jimmy’s uninsured care to take autistic, mute LaJohn to the mall. “Miss”, said Robert, “You might as well tell your insurance company you came out of the store and found it this way. We weren’t moving so it weren’t no accident and Dejohn is autistic and can’t even talk so he doesn’t know what he did. It’s not his fault.”
Well I could have yelled and asked him why he parked there but what good would it do. I got in my new but now dinged up car and drove home. I had enough adventure for one day.
Ha! Great story. And…anything that’s perfect does not, will not, stay that way! Found that out too!