after my car was recently declared unfit to drive (i.e., REJECTED), my dad dropped it off for some rest and rehabilitation at the Sweaty Ford Clinic (we don’t drive a ford incidentally but extreme times collect-call for extreme measures). anyway, since my little booboo’s away at mental health camp, my dad chose a loaner car in the form of a Benz SUV. who does that?! it’s huge and pretentious, and it has donald trump’s face on the spinners* (i jest kidding). i can’t drive that. so i’m driving my dad’s car instead — which i have damaged unforgivably 3 times in the all-too-recent past [references: parking lot v. aparna (2006), benevolent oblivious rich guy v. aparna (2007), garage v. aparna (2007)].
as i only let myself drive this giant shrek car up to speeds of 5-7 mph, today morning, on the slow crawl to work, i was reading all the words on the vehicle’s information console such as mileage, how much gas i have, temperature, time, and other juicy info nuggets.
that’s the stuff!
photo courtesy of Flickr and jeffwilcox
but then i was like “HOLD UP!” because one of the things i read on the car panel was “you have 0 new messages.” what! hold on! why is the car telling me i have no new messages! messages from who? and where? and why? and how? and when? anyway, i was pretty upset for a good 2 seconds. not at the fact that my dad’s car also takes messages, but at the fact that he had none.
*learning is fun! the first spinners were invented by a guy from wisconsin.