Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Discombobulated

Our insurance company finally got around to sending us a check for the repairs to my Tahoe following last month's Unfortunate Incident on the Highway. So, I dropped the Tahoe off at the auto body place for a few days to have the new bumper installed, which, meant that I needed a rental car in order to get back and forth to work.

Apparently, when I requested a model similar in size and style to my Tahoe, the car rental agency actually heard "please give me a car that is similar in size to that of the car that belonged to Stuart Little".


They nailed it.


So, now, every time I attempt to get either in- or out -of the car, I bang my head on the roof. I've also lost the damn thing in three separate parking lots, and, I literally had to sit on my knees to reach the drawer in the bank's drive through lane when making the daily hardware store deposit.

To say that I am looking forward to the return of my Tahoe would be a vast understatement.

On the bright side, I guess Hugh never has to worry about footing the bill for my mid-life crisis sports car.

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