Starting the new year out.....like this?

I was hoping 2009 was going to be a better year for me. Don't get me wrong, this year did just start, but by all means this is no way to start it.


If you know anything about me you know I love my car. There are two ways I describe how this car feels to me, and this is one. Do you know the add on TV about the CTS Cadillac, where the woman looks you in the face and says "when you turn your car on, does it return the favor", well this car does. Or I'll say "driving this car is the same feeling a women gets when she puts on a real, full link, fur coat". For me it's the same feeling. This car makes me feel like "somebody". A feeling you don't get very often unless your full of yourself. Sorry about that.


Yesterday, 01/23/09 I went back to the doctor because I have pneumonia. (I'm getting better.) I am the first car in the parking lot. Usually I park far away from other cars and I thought about it but with not feeling good, and no one in the lot I thought OK, I'll park up front, I won't be here long, besides no one is here yet.


Soon a family of a women, a man in a wheelchair, and a small child come in and the couple are going to have blood test. I try not to judge people, or stereotype them but the couple looked like throw backs from the 60's. Which wouldn't be so bad but these people didn't look clean.


There are certain rules of etiquette that people usually follow. Examples are, you go to the doctor, your clean and you put on better clothes. You go to church, you do the same. Go to your hair dresser, the same. You travel, same thing. This was the way I was brought up. I know times have changed and people are more lax, but there are some things that should never change, like being clean. We've all heard, "if you go out, make sure you have on clean underwear". Have I made my point?


I'm still waiting to see the doctor while these people are called back for their test. As these people are departing, the doctor steps out into the waiting room and motions for me to follow him back to a exam room.


When I'm ready to leave, I stop by the front desk and thank the ladies and say bye. They all know me and know my car.


When I have thing in my hands or arms when approaching my car I never open the drivers side and throw thing into the passenger seat. I always open the passenger door and put whatever I have in the passenger seat then shut the door. OK, so I walk up to my car to do this and stop with a look of horror on my speechless, mouth dropping face. Tear's flood my eyes, and sobs are caught in my throat. I turn and go back into the doctor's office and open the receptionist door. The ladies all look and rust over to me. With shout's of "what's wrong, are you alright, what happened" arm's are circling me and guiding me to a chair. Tissue is put in my hands. I choke on the words that come out of my mouth, someone has hit my car. Their mouth's drop open and they rush from me and run from me to my car to have a look. It wasn't funny at the time but, looking back the ladies looked like a swarm of bee's first hovering over me, then in a group swarm out to the car, then back to me again. One of the ladies say "I know who did it", and tells me she saw it happen. The police are called and so on, and so on, everything is taken care of.


After going through many different emotion's with this situation I can look back and think part's of if are funny and after all it is just a car and can be fixed. I'm thankful that if she did have to be in an accident, I wasn't in her, and I am OK. So she was dented badly, she wasn't destroyed. She can be restored to be beautiful again as Officer Wilson did tell me. He was very nice!


So as I write this the day after my mishap, I'm feeling a little better, the weasing in my chest is starting to lesson and my car, well she will be fixed. Monday she goes back to the dealership for repairs. She will be beautiful again that is for sure, and once again I'll be able to say, yes...yes she does!


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