I knew there had to be a down side to my rock-and-roll/leisure lifestyle of late, and I found out what it was last weekend. There I was, innocently drinking my gingerbread latte and doing the Saturday crossword puzzle at Starbucks, when a guy taps me on the shoulder and asks: "Do you have a red Honda?"
I instantly knew no good could come of this.
Sure enough, his teenage daughter in her GIGANTIC Suburban had crunched the side of my poor little Honda Civic while pulling out of her parking spot. The damage came to over $3,700 (which of course will be paid by his insurance), and will "hopefully" be done being fixed by the time I leave for Thailand. Ugh.
So, this morning I deposited my poor, damaged Civic at the auto body shop and traded it in for a rental car. Turns out the only option they had available right then was a Ford Expedition, which as far as I can tell is the second-largest vehicle on earth, beat only by the Suburban.
Running errands this morning, I felt like the soccer mom I never wanted to be. The Expedition has enough seats & seatbelts to comfortably fit eight people. I tower above all the other vehicles, and I'm afraid to park next to other cars for fear of doing to them what was done to my car. All of my Thanksgiving groceries and misc. other purchases didn't even begin to fill up the back.
The only thing missing from this picture is a gaggle of screaming kids, and I too could be living my ultimate suburban nightmare. :P