I would like to take a moment and issue a note of solid gratitude to the motorists of Massachusetts for managing to go five solid days without hitting my car. I applaud your attentive vehicular operation and all-around roadway decision skills — my dinged and scratched VW Jetta is grateful for the respite, as well. Let’s see if we can go another 5 days without me calling an insurance company and/or the local police.
My boss came into work a little bit late today after being held up in traffic on Route 2. “It was a car fire,” she said. “I’m so glad to see you in the office.” She paused. “I hate to say this, but I saw the car fire and I thought of you.”
I nodded. “These things do happen in threes,” I admitted. “And a car fire would be the logical progression.”
I’m beginning to detest owning a car… but then again, if I didn’t own a car, I wouldn’t be able to commute to my near-dream job. And as Nietzsche said, “He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.”
Nietzsche also said “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.” Presumably, Nietzsche has never been in a car fire.
