One Too Many Times

I was sitting at a stoplight when a man pulled up beside me and was yelling something inaudible at me. See I wish people would give the universal sign for rolling down your window and then yell inaudible things at me. What I deduced from this kind gentlemen's garble was that I lost my hubcap at the corner. My hubcap?

I spun around the corner to look for my hubcap which happened to have fallen off at the VERY busiest corner in my town. There it was, waiting patiently for me leaning up against the curb. Totally annoyed I chucked my hubcab into the back of my car and headed back home. Anything car Mr. Von Snarky deals with and that's because anything laundry I deal with. Division of labor is necessary in our life.

Mr. Von Snarky was kind of enough to reattach my hubcap for me. He was perplexed because the car is only two years old, it was a brand new car, and how could a hubcab be totally trashed. By trashed he means that of the 14 clips holding the hubcap on, 7 clips are completely destroyed as in missing. The other 7 are holding on for dear life, and apparently when I turned the corner the other day, they just couldn't anymore. The affected tire is my back tire on the passenger side, the one that always hits the curb. I see now that I have hit the curb one too many times.

It's true, I have abused my back passenger side tire. There is this little blind spot in the grocery store parking lot that is really hard to maneuver around and I hit it normally, hard, because I am in hurry to get out of the way. Sometimes if I am parking I kind of use that tire as my guide as to where the sidewalk is. I am totally guilty of mistreating it. And now when I take it in for service I have to purchase a new hubcap. I honestly thought it could take a beating and keep on ticking. Hopefully it won't be too expensive. In the meantime I am the only car in the parking lot sporting the one hubcap missing look.

I will be more gentle next time, I promise.