Friday, January 14, 2005

The sounds of silence SUCK

I'm not a car girl, I could care less what kind of car I drive, a person is not defined by the kind of vehicle that he or she drives (except for guys with small penises, they are totally defined and made whole by driving a gigantic American truck) all that matters to me in a vehicle is that it has functional air conditioning and a cd player. So last week when my SUV was traded for a hefty tank of a German car, I learned to deal with it - sure, I was used to sitting up high and being able to see a couple of cars in front me, and now the new (to me) car has me at street luge level, but I deal with it. And sure, I was used to stepping up into my vehicle and with the new, low car, I have to fold up my long legs, oragami style, to fit them under the low steering wheel, but I deal with it. And sure, in my SUV, I was used to being mistaken for a soccer mom, and now with the lowered-ness of the car, super dark window tint and burgundy interior I'm more likely to be mistaken for a low level drug kingpin, but I deal with it.

What I do not deal with is my car deciding to have some sort of malfunction this morning that disabled the stereo - don't ask me what happened, I'm not an astrophysicist or a car stereo installer from Circuit City, it just wouldn't work - and I was stuck, tuneless the whole way to work. All eleven miles.

Some people might think this would be a zen experience, driving with no music to distract me, driving like the Amish drive, but no, it was just irritating as crap*

*(the only thing more irritating than not having my tuneage was my husband asking "is it turned on?" when I relayed to him my dismay at not having anything but my own incessant humming to listen to)