Today I got to go retrieve my car from the body shop (in exchange for two deductibles…silly rules…) and turn in the tin can, erm, rental that I have been driving for the last week. A few observations:
1. OH HOW I HAVE MISSED the feeling (however deceptive) of safety that my SUV provides me. I LIKE being taller than other cars on the road. Perhaps it is because that is the only place that I am taller than others.
2. Oh? My car is white? So that’s what that color under all the bug guts was… (Listen, driving out to the ranch and hauling 160 lbs of fur and slobber around, it just doesn’t make a whole lot of sense for me to adhere to a strict schedule of washing my car. I’m pretty sure that the last time my car, particularly the interior, was that clean? It was in the showroom.)
3. The body shop helpfully left a packet of antibacterial wipes in my car “with their compliments”. Is this commentary on my general level of germiness? Or the level of Labrador slobber on the insides of my windows?
4. I think I might actually be the first person ever to have a cleaner car WITH children than before. (This, of course, assumes I meet the father of said children.)