Some of you know that I am still getting over the loss of my big red dodge ram truck. That truck was badass. It would scare most cars. I felt powerful. No car could harm it. Yes, it gave me less than 10 miles per gallon. Yes, it allowed only 2 other passengers. Yes, it restricted my outings based on available parking. Yet, I loved it. It was invincible. I still love it. Sometimes while I lay on my bed I think about that truck. Is it okay? What happened to it? Did it suffer?
August 16th will mark the anniversary of the date when I decided to abandon my baby at the Downey Nissan dealership. I declared it a clunker and came out of there driving my lovely, adorable, comfy non clunker Nissan Cube. Oh, the Cube is my new love. We have grown close in the last year. I never knew about filling your 13 gallon tank every 10 days instead of filling your 20 gallon tank every 6 days until I met the Cube.
Anyway, my rant today is not about this at all. Well, its related. For almost a year I have been trying my hardest to take care of my Cube. No scratches in visible places. No crashes. I have hit my 1 ½ year with no accidents mark. All that work and this weekend I found a scratch on the right passenger door of my car. I saw it, looked closer, spit on it, rubbed it. I wanted to see if my eyes were seeing this tragedy. Yes, I was right. Some jerk had scratched my car. Had hit it with their door, a cart, or something. How depressing. Once u get one scratch its like an invitation for all the other scratches.
I just want to know why? Well, not even why but why didn’t you find it in your heart to leave me a note. You could have just written me a note that said “I’m sorry” That would have helped. I didn’t even need your name, phone number, license number, etc.
I would have loved an I’m sorry note. Maybe even an I’m sorry. I hit your car with my door. Maybe even a doodle showing me how the Cube was injured. That would have made me feel way better.
If I had that note then I would go door to door asking for samples of people’s writing. I would stake out all the stores and places I had been to this weekend. I would get my binoculars and notice people hitting other cars. I would hire an accident reenactment specialist and link people to my incident. I would hire the best hand writing expert that would go through every writing sample. I would find the culprit and I would go to their car and I would scratch it I would take pictures of me scratching it so I could show the cube what sweet revenge is. Then, maybe I would feel some closure. Maybe its just the spirit of my poor red truck telling me fuck you for abandoning it at the dealership. I’d like to think that its happy for me.
It’s sad that my cube didn’t make it to its 1 year birthday without a scratch. So I’m just sayin’ : If you hit a car and scratch it please leave a note. It would really help.
