Ebjournal Revisited.

Why My Car is Jinxed

Ladies and Gentlemen, and “Other”,

Tonight we unveil the debut of another fantastic writer. That’s right, TLEMK is making her first foray into the world of online jouraling. Without furthe adieu, I give you….

TLEMK’S FIRST POST! (Ta-da!!!!)

By the way, she is totally a better writer than me. She rocks

I have a wonderful car. I almost own it. It has served me very well, through 4 jobs, 5 homes, and 5 years - handling everything from my slovenly food wrappers and Diet Pepsi cans to moving boxes, a cat who pees on everything, music stands, tubas and other various instruments, children, friends, family, and 150 pounds of frozen cookie dough. I nap, eat, cry, and spend way too much time on my cell phone in my car. I love it. It’s cute. It fits me. I’ve even named it, and (with the help of my favorite red-head) invented a game about my car. I will truly miss it when I have to move on to something else…except for the one glaring detail that is its’ complete and utter jinxedness (Yes it’s a word. My blog entry, my vocabulary).

Here’s the thing about my car. In the 4 plus years that I have driven it, it (my car) has been involved in some way in SIX accidents. SIX! I don’t consider myself to be any worse of a driver than anyone else out there, so therefore, it must be the car. Let’s rehash, shall we?

Accident # 1 (February 2003): Definitely the most traumatic. It involved a patch of ice, those water barrels that keep you from hitting the ever-loving concrete over-pass, lots and lots of spinning, 70 mile-per-hour speeds, ending up facing the WRONG direction on the freeway in rush hour traffic, getting locked out of the wrecked car while it was still running, having to huddle in 20 degree weather under the afore-mentioned over pass that almost killed me, and best of all, getting issued a ticket for “improper lane usage”. Seriously? Seriously. Thank you Officer Friendly.

Accident # 2 (December 2003): Same year, and I wasn’t even IN the car for this one. A former friend (not former because of this accident-our drama happened after that) borrowed my car and then proceeded to be a suburban driver in a large city full of city drivers. People! Listen to me. In the suburbs, it’s okay to wait to make a left-hand turn until the light turns yellow, and then speed through while on-coming traffic stops. It does not work like that in the city. Drivers will kill you to get through a yellow light. They will speed up, not slow down. And when you, as a suburban driver, turn left on a yellow light, you will get yourself hit by a city driver. And it’s your fault. It’s their city, they can drive how they want to. (you can sing that line if you want) Also, for those of you thinking that it might be fun to be involved in this type of accident, make sure that you are in a friend’s car, because it is the owner of the car’s insurance that has to pay for everything. Yep. That’s right. Owner of the car not even IN the bloody car when it happens? Doesn’t matter!

Moving on…

Accident #3 (January 2004): Sister. Backing down driveway into car. Was I in it? No. The end.

Accident #4 (April 2004): Car is parked in the driveway of a friend’s house. Friend’s husband backs out of his garage, and side-swipes my car, leaving dents and car-length scratches to the driver’s side door. Was I in the car? Again, no.

Accident #5 (May 2004): Don’t you hate it when a car is turning right onto a fast street and speeds up like they’re really going to turn and then while you are looking left because you can so make it before that semi gets here too, the car that was speeding up has suddenly gotten a case of the scaredy-cats and has slammed on their brakes so that you run into them? Yeah, me too. And I so could have beaten that semi.

And then finally, the whole reason for this post….

Accident #6 (August 26, 2005): So I’m minding my own business, enjoying the adrenaline rush that is trying to succeed at a new job and trying to get places on time, when I get into my beloved car. I put on my sunglasses (well, it was sunny), put my right arm behind the passenger’s seat, turn around and look behind me, seeing that the coast is clear (except for that glare off the back of the rear window and that stupid shade tree that makes it impossible to see anything), and pull out of my parking spot. CRUNCH. What? What just happened? Did I hit the curb? What happened? Oh wait, it was just a gorgeous black BMW convertible. Yes, that’s right. I backed my jinxed car into a BMW convertible at my new job on my third day of school. And it wasn’t just anyone’s gorgeous BMW convertible…it was an administrator’s gorgeous BMW convertible into which I just put a big ol’ dent and some lovely scratches. Did I back into the 1982 Ford Taurus that was behind the spot to the left of me? Did I back up and not hit anything like I would have if I would have been in the spot to the right? No. I so wish I was making this up. Thankfully, said administrator was just as wonderful as one could be seeing as I backed into her BMW CONVERTIBLE(!!!), and actually wished me luck in my new job. She insisted that the police officer not give me a ticket and that our insurance companies could just handle everything. Take that Officer Friendly.

I have a jinxed car. And what was going through my mind sitting in my jinxed car as the realization of my ridiculous predicament washed over me in sickening waves?

Of course that just happened.

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