Friday, November 11, 2011

You're Gonna Miss This

I figured out what my role in life is. Don't worry, this won't be some deep and meaningful post. You should know that by now.

What I really mean is: I know what my role in life is while I'm driving in my car. (More lighthearted. You are welcome)

I drive a 1996 Pontiac Grand Am. It's had better days - like back in the 90s when I wasn't driving it, but it's gotten me from point A to point B, so I'm not complaining. I'm not. I love my car. I know my car and how it drives.

It's like my car was built for me. The driver's seat adjustment is permanently locked into place. Some bar or gear or something broke, so only I can drive my car comfortably. Sure, I get frustrated with it sometimes, like how my window will never roll down again so going through the drive-thru is only doable by me opening up my door and ordering my McDouble like a freak.

But when I'm driving on the highway or exit ramp, my car and I are a blessing. Since my car takes awhile to get up to the speed limit, my slow acceleration happily lets other cars switch lanes. That's what my role in life is on the road. I'm the person who when you are frustrated because you can't get into your lane or if your lane is ending and you desperately need to get over...have no fear, my Pontiac Grand Am is here!

When my car finally takes it's last breath it will be a sad day. It's been my only car since I got my license, and I'm going to miss it. And the other drivers out there will miss my car too.