So, I will begin this little message sharing with you the fact that I hate my car. With much passion. HATE IT. I hate that it's so small. A child in a car seat is about the only individual that can fit comfortably in the back seat. The defroster doesn't work so I have to drive with the window down when it's cold to be able to see. There is no lock on the trunk, just a gigantic hole where the locking mechanism used to reside. The passenger side fender is dented and I have one hubcap that looks like a large carnivorous animal tried to snack on it. The air conditioner works, praise Jesus; but it makes a horrendous noise. True fact, one day a few weeks ago I am in the drive-thru line at the Starbucks waiting patiently for my turn to request a Grande Cafe Vanilla Frappachino, when it happens. The gentleman in front of me yells out of his window---
"Miss, could you please turn off your car while I order? I can't hear."
So, properly chastised for my obvious lack of drive-thru etiquette; I turn her off. Yes, her. I call her Faye. It is now my turn so I pull up... yep, had to turn her off again 'cause I couldn't hear either. Same thing goes for the lady in the SUV behind me. My little tiny car makes more noise than her SUV!? And then I get to the window and the guy shouts out to me --
"Did you want whip on that?!"
Please, shoot me now.
In short, I HATE the blooming thing. And while she has never left me stranded in our 10 years together we've had some really tense moments. I am ready to make some changes in my life and sadly, sweet little KIA, you are not invited.
So yesterday as I am leaving morning church I decide to roll my windows down since it is such a cool day. Only 89 at noon!! Woo-Hoo. And of course I don't have power windows. Now, a normal person could just fling their body over the center console and manually roll down the window. Which is what I would normally do. But yesterday I was not is the best of moods so I decide to throw myself a pity party. It went something like this.
"Stupid junky KIA. I hate you. I loathe your manual features. I hate your little tires. I despise that when I honk my horn people look around for a Barbie Jeep. I want to drive with all my windows down and let the wind blow through my hair. I want a sunroof and a trunk that opens. I want better gas mileage." Complain, Complain, Complain. You get my drift.
As I approached my house I decided to stop by the Sonic and get a Cherry Limeade. A little instant gratification. I pull into a stall and push the button. And wait, and wait, and wait... Hello, it's 12:30. There are a zillion people at Sonic. And here I go again, whining because it's so hot in the car. If I only had ELECTRIC windows I could have them all open and get some air circulating. And I'm off. Galloping towards a real temper all about a stupid car!
Side note-- I would like to say that I am a believer in signs from God. And I would also like to say that God has had to bonk me on the head to make me listen. Several times.
As I am waiting for my Cherry Limeade I am looking around. I kind of smile at the older gentlemen in the spot to my right as he is pulling out. I glance back out MY window and hear a little pop and notice the car hop coming my way. Yea!! I pay for my drink and put the car in reverse. I look over to the passenger side to make sure no one is coming. So... remember that little pop I mentioned earlier? That was the sound of the older gentleman next to me RUNNING OVER A MUSTARD PACKET! The ENTIRE passenger side of my car is splattered with MUSTARD! It is dripping down the windows. The ROLLED UP windows.
God says BONK- right upside my head.
If I had those fancy windows I wanted I would be COVERED in MUSTARD. The upholstery of my car would be COVERED in MUSTARD.
Lesson learned, people. God always gives us what we need according to HIS KNOWLEDGE of those needs. I didn't know this was going to happen, but HE did. And acted accordingly. So, this morning on my way to work I rolled down my drivers side window and let the wind blow in my hair and thanked God for a car that starts and a job to drive it to.
1 year ago