“I’m think my old car had bad – pardon the pun – karma,” I said.
“Oh, thank God you were thinking the same thing,” CC said. “I didn’t want to say that I was glad your car got totaled, but I have to say I’m glad it is gone. It was just too weird, all of the things that kept happening.”
What things? Well, in four years in a brand new car:
- A mysterious electrical problem that drained my battery and left me stranded over and over (because first I got jumped because thought I had left the lights on, then I thought I had a bad battery, then…) and took the dealership a week to figure out
- A window-smash break-in in Sacramento on New Year’s Eve, so I had to drive hours with no back window and no stops (because all my luggage and stuff was in my car) because no glass shops were open for 3 days.
- A week after I got my door glass fixed from the break-in, a rock flew up from behind a semi-truck on the freeway and cracked my windshield
- Two flat tires at one time from hitting the world’s largest pothole on the freeway in the dark. It just suddenly loomed before me and BOOM BOOM wap wap wap wap wobble wobble FLAT FLAT
- Ran over a scissors, the blade of which entered by tire and concealed itself inside. It was the weirdest thing. I first heard this clackety clack noise, then the noise stopped. Then a minute later my tire went flat. It wasn’t until I took my tire to get a new one that they found the blade inside the tire. They put it on their “greatest hits” list. I later figured out the “clackety clack” noise must have been the scissors handle, which broke off after a few seconds, leaving the stealth blade inside the tire.
- And finally, of course, becoming the cheese in a four-car sandwich (“Was the cheese car-gonzola?” my friend Mike said).
Please tell me one of you doesn’t have a Blue Honda Fit voodoo doll with pins stuck into it.