To look at my life on the outside you might feel pity. I don’t wear designer clothes or sparkly jewels. I live in an average house in an average neighborhood. Poor me… I don’t display any of the trappings of success.
Sitting at an intersection this afternoon a young man pulled up beside me. He looked to be about 25 years of age. As I looked over at him he looked my way. Our eyes met. Then I saw him nudge the person next to him and they both looked over, the driver sliding his, what I’m assuming to be, designer sunglasses down his nose for a better look. I’m still not sure what they were seeing. Possibly they were experiencing great pride in being better than me. Cause nothing says ‘I’m better than you’ than a fancy car.
If so, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
In the lane to the left of Mr. Coool I sat behind the wheel of my 1996 Chryser Cirrus. It used to be a Chrysler but the ‘L’ fell off one day when my son washed it. It was bought used in 1999 and paid in full the day we drove it home. That’s right, no payments. The years have taken its toll on what now is affectionately refered to as The-Hunk-A-Junk.
A key is needed to lock and unlock the doors. The remote, for years has been for looks only. The rear passenger door doesn’t even work with the key. That lock must be manually lifted by reaching around after opening the driver’s door. Yeah, it’s a tad inconvenient, but doable. The lock/unlock buttons on the doors don’t work but all the windows do. Half of the dashboard lights have forgotten how to shine. The antenna doesn’t go all the way down because… who knows. Sometimes wasps build nests in the openings along the trunk especially this time of year.
And the crowning glory… This beauty was the victim of the “let’s use a water based top coat” era. That’s right… the shine is peeling off. This feature has offered all kinds of entertainment for Weasy and Scooter who, while waiting for me to get those dang doors open, bide their time by picking at it. Do I care? NO…
A peeling car has other advantages. The other day at the gas station there was a couple with a gas can asking for free gas from people who were filling up. I had seen them earlier with their friends. At that time they had money for lunch and cigarettes… ahhh, choices. Knowing this, I knew when asked what my answer would be. As I fortified myself with just the right words I noticed the couple walking back over to their friend’s truck. They had approached every car at the gas pumps… except me. What? Why not? What’s wrong with me?
Then it dawned on me… I didn’t look rich enough. It was obvious to their eyes, so why bother. The thing is I could have helped… if there was a real need.
Judging by outside appearances can give the wrong impression. I am rich, but not in material wealth… and that’s okay with me. Am I jealous of Mr. Coool and his a$tronomical car payment$. No. Do I need a new car? Yes.
Do I need to look better than all the other cars around me? No… that is pretty obvious, but I would like door locks that work and a dashboard that lights up…. that would be waaaay cool.
btw: Do you see Italy too?