I’m feeling a little down. Depressed perhaps. Things have spiraled downhill for me…and fast. This morning I took my clunky old white station wagon to the shop. You see, I had gotten pulled over last week for my muffler being too loud – and was then ticketed for not wearing a seatbelt. (I had JUST pulled out of the parking lot onto the street buddy! Cut me some slack here!) That’s not the depressing part. It gets worse…MUCH worse.
Like I said, I took my car in to get the exhaust fixed. They tinkered. They tankered. And soon, I had a shiny new pipe under my car. My QUIET car. I know, sounds great, right? Well it’s not. It’s not great at all.
You see, as I drove down the street, passing people biking, jogging, strolling, skipping, and putzing, I realized…no one was turning a glance my way. No longer did I make heads turn. I used to feel FAMOUS as I would drive down the street, making young and old look my way. I was the girl who was used to all the attention…and now, well…now I’m just a regular old person. Sigh.
Not only did my car cost me $327, but it also cost me my fame. Today, I mourn these losses.