So the bad car karma continues…. for those that are visiting my blog for the first time, we lost our car last week to a hit and run – car totaled, Meera carless and sad, nayi gadi ki talaash jaari hai (we’re looking for a new car).
Now onto newer stories, still car related. I have to suck you in with tears and sadness, don’t I ? Isn’t that what causes daily soaps’ TRP ratings to go up? Why mess with a good marketing strategy? My sorrow has already drawn in more visitors to this blog than my fun, happy posts.
So, yesterday, we are all doing the it’s already 8 o’clock and we’re not out the door yet dance. I am about to hand the DH his cup of tea so he can have it in the car (the other car) while dropping DD off to school. He swings his backpack, almost knocks the cup out of my hand and there’s chai on the floor. Then in true Indian husband style, he goes “Meera, how come you’re standing so close to me with the tea?” Now, before you get the wrong idea, I was a good 2 feet away from him. We’ve been married for almost 12 years, 2 feet distance is mandatory to maintain marital bliss.
So I retort “Now you want me to anticipate that you’re going to swing your backpack and pull a Matrix style move?” So saying, I walk inside to get a dishcloth to wipe the mess up. I also get another cup of tea since I didn’t want the man to go without his morning fix. As I am walking back towards the garage, I’m thinking “I hope he remembers to open the garage door before backing out. The last thing we need is another damaged car.” I am finishing this thought and I hear the garage door go up, so I heave a sigh of relief. The man did remember. I am standing at the door that leads to the garage and I see DH backing the car out.
Now imagine all this unfolding in slow motion. That’s how it seemed to me. There’s me standing at the door that leads to the garage with a cup of tea in hand. There’s the garage door going up slowly, there’s DH backing the van out. A second later, there’s me screaming, there’s a loud noise as the spoiler (the thing the arrow is pointing to) has collided with the bottom portion of the garage door and come clean off and there’s DH looking at me like he’s wondering”Why the hell didn’t you say something?”
I am still screaming. DH has hit the brakes and DD is probably wondering how many cars can we lose in a week? DH pulls the car ahead and I start yelling “Couldn’t you hear me, I was yelling so loudly?” DH goes “You yell for everything. Now if you’d only reserved your yelling for true emergencies, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
Now, I have to ask you all this - would it have been so wrong to have dunked the entire cup of chai on his head?
No, right? I should have done it, I know I should have given into my rage.
But I let good sense prevail. We inspected the back of the car (the minivan – if you want to be technical), made sure the damage was cosmetic and then I sent DD and DH on their way to school. I tried to shut the garage door so i could go get dressed for work but the impact had caused a dent in the garage door, it was off its track and wouldn’t close. I spent the next hour locating a service that would come fix the garage door. Thus ended another car saga.
Now all of you readers out there, I need you to collectively pray that we have no more car incidents. While you’re at it, if you know of any car Gods I can appease, pliss to let me know about those and the process to be followed, too. Thanking you in advance….
Bechaari, carless, spoilerless minivan Meera