My Car Mirrors Are Busted
I am awesome.
Someone drove by and knocked out my mirror and the mechanic says
my car is so old, replacing it will cost nearly as much as the car itself.
I got a piece of mirror glass on eBay and stuck it on evenly, but
it still doesn’t stay tilted right and even when I adjust it, it lasts for
about five minutes and slides back down so I can’t see behind me again.
Somebody else just busted my other mirror and now I’m using only
my rearview mirror to carefully, carefully change lanes.
When I parked I gave my keys to the Valet and now I can see him
trying to move the car to a different spot and he’s making a face.
If he and I were stuck on a lonely road and someone shot at our
mirrors, who do you think would have a better chance of surviving that?
I rock parallel parking with my mirror handicap. These are
the sort of skills you can never learn in a Porsche or Bentley, so there.
You see the dents and scratches and the banged-up bruised body of
my old car, but I see a tough old veteran with a tough woman of considerable
skill behind its wheel.
Like I said. My car mirrors are busted. I am awesome.
Faigie Carmel
Faigie
Carmel used to write short stories for teens, published a couple, then took a
long hiatus from publishing. She currently has a husband, kids and a job, and a
lot of papers fluttering around with half-baked ideas and great paragraphs and
dialogue that never got fleshed out into a completed piece. Now she is dipping
her toes back in and submitting her writing. One day she will publish a novel
that will win many awards and become a raging bestseller. When she gets around
to it.
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