Sunday, November 18, 2012

Dude, What's My Car?

I was told it this was a "senior moment".  I was told it happens to all of us.  I was given a "hehe" when I told this story to someone very close to me.  I don't see how this can be a senior moment when I am still 20(+/-) years away from LEGALLY being a senior, but I will continue with my senior moment story anyway.

I just got a new (used) car and wanted to make a copy of the key as I only have one and also because my daughter uses it quite frequently (as you know she sucks me dry in every area of my life, so I might as well just make her a copy of my car key too).  And when I say I just got a car, I mean a month ago.  Yes, it was the middle of October for sure.

I am standing there with my car key and give it to the kid behind the counter and he asks me what kind of car it is so he can find the right blank to make the copy.  Do you think I have any clue what my car is?  Nope.  Not one.  Couldn't remember what kind of car I owned.  I said, "Oh my, I forgot what kind of car I have.  I just bought it." (Lie)...  He sort of laughed (at me)?  I said again, "Oh my gosh.. I know it's a 2001!!!"  He sort of laughed again (at me this time for sure)!   He said to my son, "Hey buddy, why don't you do me a favour and run outside and check to see what kind of car your mom has!"  Oh my gawd!  How embarrassing.  I snapped at him, "NO!  I will remember!  Hold on a second!"  Still nothing is coming to mind.  I am frantically looking around the store trying to remember, looking for a clue as to what the hell kind of car I own.  All that is coming to mind is my old car. Dude, what's my car?????? I can feel the blood rushing to my face as we are all just standing there waiting for an answer to this very simple question.  I turn and ask my son (who couldn't possibly have any less interest in cars if he tried), "Do you know what kind of car it is?" ”Nope", he says.  Great...   Okay, okay, I know it's black.  I know it's a 2001....  This can't be that difficult....

Everything was going in slow motion.  I wanted to run out of the store.




Yes, this really happened.  Senior moment? You tell me.


  1. I had to LOL at this. What a relief that you remembered in the end! This is a great little story. Have you thought about publishing some of these as short-short nonfiction pieces, like flash fiction but telling true stories? I could see you placing some nonfiction in literary mags if you wanted to.

    1. I have never thought of such a thing EVER! I probably never will. I'll tell you what, if I get 3,500 followers, I'll put it on my to-do list! HAHA! In other words, I don't have high hopes that anyone would find my ultra-pathetic lack of memory all that interesting! :)

    2. You might dig some anthologies like Micro Fiction. Oh, or I remember a nonfiction anthology called In Short. I think the short-short format could be fun for you. Or what about some six-sentence stories:

      Hmm, can you tell that my day job is being a writing teacher? ;)

    3. I will have to check these out. Thanks for the heads up. I like challenges, but I don't know if I can limit myself to six sentences. I tend to go off especially when I'm in bitching mode or is that bitch mode? I don't think there's much of a difference :)

      A writing teacher coming here? This is wonderful, but please don't say anything about my overuse of commas. I am so good at doing that!

      Thanks for stopping by Mandy!

  2. Hey...I have a Chevy Cavalier too! And it's black....But a tad bit older then yours..1999, and she's been a great ride.

    Senior moments can be very scary!

    1. Hey, we rule with our cavaliers! I'm glad you at least remembered what you owned! I guess you are telling me I *DID* have a senior moment? Thanks a lot, Kathy! BOO! :O


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