So tonight, I was driving home, looking forward to a night on the couch, me, the dog, the TV and no one home. The usual traffic headaches in front of Six Flags Great America. I know the Toll Authority has grand plans to fix it next year. I just wish it was now. As traffic did it's usual stop and go approaching the exit, a silver Toyota Corolla slammed into the back of my beetle. Unlike last January, I didn't hit the car in front, and I didn't have the dizziness. No rocks in my head this time. So just a simple accident report. But I sit here thinking about it, aggravated. I really love my beetle. Seriously, it is so... me. People who know me any length of time (oh, say 1/2 hour or so LOL), if they don' t know what I drive, once they find out and then the color, they all say, oh, that is so YOU!
So tonight I sit here thinking: Is it Luck, Is it Destiny, does God hate me or maybe he just hates green beetles? Maybe learning to be patient during car repairs is in my plans from God. In the end though, I think the beetle won. The Toyota Corolla left it's front end on the pavement. Since it struck the beetle, I guess that was it's "just desserts" as they say, but I am just disgusted. I really love this car. Since I drive so much, it is a fully loaded diesel beetle. Should handle 300,000 miles without blinking. The beetle and I, we just sit in traffic, follow the flow - sing "Rainbow Connection" and then people just run into us. Some days I just don't get it. If you know why God hates beetles (see, I don't take it personally) let me know.
