JJB’s Ramblings

As you may or may not know, I was in a bit of fender bender recently.  Actually it was more of a fender total removal.  Because of that I was in a rental for a little over two weeks.  It was a nice, small, efficient Mazda 3.  It served its purpose and helped me around town.  Then, Josh went out of town and was nice enough to lend me his Chrysler 300 as he skipped over the big pond for some tea and crumpets.  The 300 was an imposing vehicle on the road.  It was gigundasaurs, with massive leather seats and a wide frame, I felt even smaller than normal.  Finally, today I went to get my car back. I was psyched. I wanted my little car with the turbo engine.  I liked Josh’s land boat, but was ready to get behind my own wheel again.  Well, fate was not on my side.  As I walked up to the autobody shop, I saw the owner out front with a forelorn look on his face.  He greeted me and then said, “I’ll make a deal with you.”  Now, I was hoping that this deal involved me giving him my credit card and driving away with my vehicle.  Sadly, it didn’t.  Apparently they were waiting for some more bulbs for the car and it was to be delayed a few more hours.  He was pretty disappointed that he couldn’t turn the car over, as he knew I was going to be without another vehicle.  So his deal was that he was going to let me use his car for the day (he insisted that he didn’t need it) and I could swap it out tonight when it will surely be completed.  I thought that was a very generous offer and told his it wasn’t necessary as I could catch the bus, then the T then the commuter rail but he insisted.  I accepted the key from him and he said, it’s over there.  As he nodded over his should to “over there” I realized what I would be cruising in today.  It was an early 2000’s Dodge Minivan.  Yup.  Minivan.  I sighed, said thank you again and went to my chariot, keeping my utter disappointment to myself.  How did I go from a sporty little car to a greater than or equal to 4 year old minivan?  As I left I called E who was walking to work down the street I was driving.  She answered and excitedly asked, “Did you get the car?” No. “What?  What are you driving?” I told her to turn around and look at the passing green minivan.  This is where she burst into laughter and told me to pull over so she could hop in.  Once she stopped laughing she made the valid point that the closer I get to getting our car back, the larger our borrowed vehicles get.  She was right, and to illustrate that point, I made a graphic for you all.

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