To My Dented Car
Dear Car,
I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can say. I’m a straight up bonehead. Honestly, I never meant for any of those dents to be there and I know they all hurt each one more than the other. I don’t know what you must have thought when I hit that yellow pole in the parking structure… twice. Seriously, how could I have not learned from the first time? Or a couple months ago, when I banged your bumper right into the side of the garage, it wasn’t the first time you’d seen that side of that garage. I guess I’m just not a careful person. I’m reckless and I clearly have a complete lack of depth perception. I bet your brakes are sore and you don’t appreciate that I only wash you every couple months, at best.
Look, I try my best. I’m on my own here. I’m sorry you got stuck with me as a driver. I’m pretty sure my father wasn’t much better, but he gave you to me in better condition than you are now. I guess you’re going to have to look at what you do have. You’re insured. You always have enough gas in your tank. When you’re sick I take you to the mechanic. I give you regular oil changes. Sigh.
I just can’t do everything right. Please forgive me. I’ll try and be a better driver, if not for you, then for me (and the three tickets I have received this year).
January 26th, 2008 | 03:10 am | Rants
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