My Passat’s Just Jealous
Oct. 1st, 2013 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenLast weekend was a lot of fun with the Fire Sand Jaguar F-Type convertible. My post about it just went live a few minutes ago, in which I purposefully left a thread hanging from the story. It was left from the story because, frankly, it well deserved its own focus.
I’m frankly not sure what, if anything, transpired with my car whilst I was away traipsing around the countryside in the hottest thing on the NJ and NY highways and byways. My old guy was parked all alone in a Mahwah corporate parking lot for 2.5 days.
Granted, there’s 24/7 parking lot security at my office, so my Passat was fine. He was safe. I’m certain he felt lonely and neglected without so much as a “See ya!” from me.
After turning in my Jaguar from the weekend, my Fire Sand was watching me throughout the day as I walked from building to building. After work, I got into my old 2004 Passat, happily content with his practicality. Happy that he’s paid for and that, in large part, I don’t really have to worry about him at all.
Work ended and Matthew was waiting patiently for me at his office 5 miles up the road on the NJ/NY border. I got on the highway and was carefully navigating traffic, across lanes to the left and back to the right - the normal ebbs and flows of evening rush hour traffic. I kept noticing that my right side passenger rear-view mirror was wobbling.
I used the little turn knob on my side to push the mirror upwards, downwards, sideways and back to get the mirror to snap back into place. I didn’t realize that the actual glass was the wobbly bit. I didn’t realize that the wind was getting behind the mirror and loosening it from the flat plastic base. In an instant, as I was pushing the position knob back upwards, the mirror popped off and flew into the air behind me! I feel like I heard a “clink-clink-splatter” on the pavement to my back right as I sped away unable to stop and make sense of it all.
I exclaimed, “There it GOES!” to no one in particular with my windows open. “THERE IT WENT!” I screamed again to the gas station sign I was passing. Just really to myself – albeit loudly. It was sort of a helpless feeling, witnessing my 2004 Passat turning into a zombie before me – with me inside!
I smacked my right hand onto the top of my steering wheel and rested my forehead against my left hand with my elbow on the window sill.
“Hope they have a mirror!” I said out loud to the air whipping around through my car, speaking, of course, about the VW dealership on the way home. What an inconvenient and odd thing to happen after such a nice weekend with my Fire Sand Jaguar!
And there it was. My old 2004 Samoa Red Passat was JEALOUS! Jealous that I took another car home. Fuming that another, younger, hotter vehicle got to see the hilly countryside in upstate NY. Stewing all weekend by himself in a lonely parking lot, scheming of ways to say, “See?! How’s THIS for leaving me behind?! Huh?! You need to pay attention to me! Spend time with ME for a change, why doncha?! IN FACT, I want something new for ME because I deserve it.”
And so he made me spend money on him. To the tune of $100! Honestly, I’ve done the same thing before with a previous boyfriend in a similar situation. I get it.
Needless to say, the parts department at both convenient VW dealerships were either closed or closing before we could get to either. I had to wait to check with the dealership closest to my office till today, but we met “RD” along the way.
“RD” is a short, beefy (clearly) Italian bulldog who works at the Mahwah-local dealership. Good arms, great tats, and excellent eye contact. Buzzed hair and furry belly. Yes. Furry belly. More on that later… “RD” explained to me yesterday, “Make sure that you push in the new one like this (demonstrating and checking in with me that I was watching him): In the middle… not on the sides. OK?”
“Yes, sir! Not on the sides, but push it good in the middle there.” I quipped without cracking a smile.
“Right! Grab onto the sides here (checking in again with me) and once you have it seated and plugged in just right, push it in the middle till you hear it snap. Hear that?” I nodded studiously. “That means it’s in place. Then you can get in and move it around.”
Yeah. I’m not totally sure if those were all the words or phrases he used in that order, but they seem plausible. In that order. In my head. Right? RD did show me and instruct how to insert the new mirror once I got it and his demo yesterday was totally cute.
On the way home last night without knowing whether I’d be able to get a real replacement today, we scooted by Pep Boys to see if they had a mirror I could glue onto the old plastic base. “MacEnroy”, a handsome 50-yr-old, Latin fireplug, told us about a glass place “around the corner” that could cut out a perfect fit. Sounded good, but no dice; the place was closed – in fact, it closed at 4:30PM and at we got there at 6:15PM. Ugh. So, we went back to Pep Boys and got a set up for about $10 that would get me through about 2-3 days of traffic, in case I had to wait a couple of days for the replacement mirror to be ordered - better to be safe than sorry!
Turns out the local VW place had one in stock and I picked it up today. And RD installed it! Oh, yes. And about his furry belly. I saw his furry belly today when I picked up my mirror from the dealership during lunch. I asked if “RD” was around cuz, after all, he’s the one who explained yesterday; I needed him to make sure it was pushed in just right - from in the middle, not the side.
He installed the mirror and made sure I heard it snap into place. He wiped his fingerprints slowly off the mirror with this t-shirt and, in doing so, exposed his furry little belly. When he was done with my mirror, he stood there holding his belly button (for no apparent reason) under his t-shirt as we finished talking. Of course, I couldn't leave until he turned to go back to work. It's only polite. ;-) Plus, meeting RD and MacEnroy were fun silver linings,
It’s also good to know that my Passat’s got a jealous streak. For the next time I leave him behind for a different car…
- It seems that my 2004 Passat is cantankerous.
- It wasn’t good writing to distract from the previous post’s theme.
- The previous post’s theme was AWESOME!
- This current theme is about a jealous Passat.
I’m frankly not sure what, if anything, transpired with my car whilst I was away traipsing around the countryside in the hottest thing on the NJ and NY highways and byways. My old guy was parked all alone in a Mahwah corporate parking lot for 2.5 days.
Granted, there’s 24/7 parking lot security at my office, so my Passat was fine. He was safe. I’m certain he felt lonely and neglected without so much as a “See ya!” from me.
After turning in my Jaguar from the weekend, my Fire Sand was watching me throughout the day as I walked from building to building. After work, I got into my old 2004 Passat, happily content with his practicality. Happy that he’s paid for and that, in large part, I don’t really have to worry about him at all.
Work ended and Matthew was waiting patiently for me at his office 5 miles up the road on the NJ/NY border. I got on the highway and was carefully navigating traffic, across lanes to the left and back to the right - the normal ebbs and flows of evening rush hour traffic. I kept noticing that my right side passenger rear-view mirror was wobbling.
I used the little turn knob on my side to push the mirror upwards, downwards, sideways and back to get the mirror to snap back into place. I didn’t realize that the actual glass was the wobbly bit. I didn’t realize that the wind was getting behind the mirror and loosening it from the flat plastic base. In an instant, as I was pushing the position knob back upwards, the mirror popped off and flew into the air behind me! I feel like I heard a “clink-clink-splatter” on the pavement to my back right as I sped away unable to stop and make sense of it all.
I exclaimed, “There it GOES!” to no one in particular with my windows open. “THERE IT WENT!” I screamed again to the gas station sign I was passing. Just really to myself – albeit loudly. It was sort of a helpless feeling, witnessing my 2004 Passat turning into a zombie before me – with me inside!
I smacked my right hand onto the top of my steering wheel and rested my forehead against my left hand with my elbow on the window sill.
“Hope they have a mirror!” I said out loud to the air whipping around through my car, speaking, of course, about the VW dealership on the way home. What an inconvenient and odd thing to happen after such a nice weekend with my Fire Sand Jaguar!
And there it was. My old 2004 Samoa Red Passat was JEALOUS! Jealous that I took another car home. Fuming that another, younger, hotter vehicle got to see the hilly countryside in upstate NY. Stewing all weekend by himself in a lonely parking lot, scheming of ways to say, “See?! How’s THIS for leaving me behind?! Huh?! You need to pay attention to me! Spend time with ME for a change, why doncha?! IN FACT, I want something new for ME because I deserve it.”
And so he made me spend money on him. To the tune of $100! Honestly, I’ve done the same thing before with a previous boyfriend in a similar situation. I get it.
Needless to say, the parts department at both convenient VW dealerships were either closed or closing before we could get to either. I had to wait to check with the dealership closest to my office till today, but we met “RD” along the way.
“RD” is a short, beefy (clearly) Italian bulldog who works at the Mahwah-local dealership. Good arms, great tats, and excellent eye contact. Buzzed hair and furry belly. Yes. Furry belly. More on that later… “RD” explained to me yesterday, “Make sure that you push in the new one like this (demonstrating and checking in with me that I was watching him): In the middle… not on the sides. OK?”
“Yes, sir! Not on the sides, but push it good in the middle there.” I quipped without cracking a smile.
“Right! Grab onto the sides here (checking in again with me) and once you have it seated and plugged in just right, push it in the middle till you hear it snap. Hear that?” I nodded studiously. “That means it’s in place. Then you can get in and move it around.”
Yeah. I’m not totally sure if those were all the words or phrases he used in that order, but they seem plausible. In that order. In my head. Right? RD did show me and instruct how to insert the new mirror once I got it and his demo yesterday was totally cute.
On the way home last night without knowing whether I’d be able to get a real replacement today, we scooted by Pep Boys to see if they had a mirror I could glue onto the old plastic base. “MacEnroy”, a handsome 50-yr-old, Latin fireplug, told us about a glass place “around the corner” that could cut out a perfect fit. Sounded good, but no dice; the place was closed – in fact, it closed at 4:30PM and at we got there at 6:15PM. Ugh. So, we went back to Pep Boys and got a set up for about $10 that would get me through about 2-3 days of traffic, in case I had to wait a couple of days for the replacement mirror to be ordered - better to be safe than sorry!
Turns out the local VW place had one in stock and I picked it up today. And RD installed it! Oh, yes. And about his furry belly. I saw his furry belly today when I picked up my mirror from the dealership during lunch. I asked if “RD” was around cuz, after all, he’s the one who explained yesterday; I needed him to make sure it was pushed in just right - from in the middle, not the side.
He installed the mirror and made sure I heard it snap into place. He wiped his fingerprints slowly off the mirror with this t-shirt and, in doing so, exposed his furry little belly. When he was done with my mirror, he stood there holding his belly button (for no apparent reason) under his t-shirt as we finished talking. Of course, I couldn't leave until he turned to go back to work. It's only polite. ;-) Plus, meeting RD and MacEnroy were fun silver linings,
It’s also good to know that my Passat’s got a jealous streak. For the next time I leave him behind for a different car…
