A random collection of commentary on the 1990s, sports, pop culture, video games, journalism, writing and ego. You know, like every other blog in existence. Except written by me. Oh, and also, my cat wrote a few entries too.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Hey, that's my car! ... wait no it's not...
I drive a white 1998 Corolla. Usually, this is a good thing to me. It gets really good gas mileage, and while the top (practical) speed is "only" 85 to 100 miles per hour, the car is so light that it easily accelerates and zips around on a good weather day. The maintenance and repair costs tend to be low as well, since everyone is so familiar with the car and there are plenty of new and used parts for it floating around.
However, there are also 500 billion of my car floating around. In fact, today, I almost broke into a car, because I didn't realize until I was touching the door that it was not my car. Then, I drifted to another car in the lot, before realizing that wait, that wasn't my car either - I had parked another row down.
I have not done a scientific survey yet, but I feel pretty confident when I say that the late 1990s and early 2000s Corolla is the most god damn popular car of all-time. (Example: One time I went to Wal-Mart, and I parked between two white Corollas. I'm hoping that the first person who came back noted how tricky I was, but it's not like I hung out and waited for them.) Also, since Corollas almost never break down, there are still plenty of them on the road. Plus, there are tons of Chevy / Geo Prisms still out there, which are essentially clones of the Corolla.
Therefore, this is not the first time I have felt a touch of amnesia from not being able to find my own car. It has happened a couple times before, even though 1) I have a huge crack in my windshield and 2) there are several newspaper loads on my backseat. You would think both would make my car easily distinguishable, but no - I never realize I have both until I'm practically upon my car.
I can see how that would be a drawback. Must be a pain when you're at malls.
ReplyDeleteMalls are a constant chore, yeah. Typically, I write down where I parked my car, because otherwise, I lose it easily.
ReplyDeleteomg yo, i totally did this when i drove a silver honda accord. no lie and some dude was playin' with me, check it...
ReplyDeleteleaving a crowded dunkin donuts, iced coffee in hand, heading to work, i walk over to a silver honda accord, not mine, try to open the door with my keyless remote thingie, door opens! i almost get in and see a yellow shopping bag with lunch sitting on the passenger seat. NOT MINE! i jump back and look around and see a guy smiling and waving from the line inside at dunkin - like he saw me and messed with me! it was a total craigslist missed connections if i was single. no joke!
anyway, from that day on, i put a sticker on my car to help my honda stand out in a crowd. my mom had the same problem with her accord and she put some stupid stuffed animal near the back window. like you, i'm convinced the world drives hondas. everyone, in my area seems to have one!
haha Ally, no one has screwed with me so overtly. At least, not yet... *cue ominous music*
ReplyDeleteI do see a lot of Accords out here. I've tried to differentiate my car with stickers and things inside, but it never seems to work :/ And I don't want to go the route of putting like, 10 bumper stickers on my car.