My dear wife Karen’s beautiful red Mazda just turned one.
It should be a time to celebrate. It’s fast. Dependable. Big enough. Oh, the way it ferried us back and forth from Cape Cod last month, loaded with a week’s worth of us and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to fill the Happy Cottage with no problems.
Low mileage, too, what with most of her driving concentrated around the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood and her commute to the job 3.5 miles downtown at SMG.
Knock on wood to it all.
I took that shot with my iPhone 6 in a nearby lot after we’d had a discussion about the Mazda. Yes, my pretty wife is in the driver’s seat. You are correct if you note a hint of displeasure in her countenance.
One parking lot prior to this stop, loading in our packages from our cart, Karen had noticed a deep mark in the bottom left rear of her Mazda.
It must have happened when she was food shopping a few days ago in the supermarket lot, my dear wife figures. It looks like it was left there by an errant shopping cart to us both.
Doesn’t it figure?
I will be shopping the auto parts stores this week, asking the help there what might be best to purchase from them to self-address this issue. I’ll have these photos on my phone. The car insurance co-pay is mighty high, you know.
Have you had your car dinged in a parking lot, and if so, what were the circumstances? Were you able to work on a scratch like this yourself, and if so, what did you buy and how did it work? Would you like to scream along with us to let out some steam?