Yesterday, four of us went to a local car show. It’s a delightful tradition in our community and very down-to-earth. There are a few high-end wondercars, but mostly, it’s just fun stuff community members own.
An MG TD parked next to a BMW 2002 on one side and a lifted Willys Jeep on the other. Three late 60s Mopars (Dodge and Plymouth) next to a 69 Beetle next to a 57 Chevy. You get the idea.
Walking back to our car we see flashing lights and a line of stopped traffic. Oh my, it’s our parked car and it’s been hit so hard by a passing Subaru it’s been moved sideways two feet.
Oh my.
I will confess my first reaction was not concern for the woman driving the car. Yes, my thoughts went elsewhere.
One of our group reminded me that this would make a great story sometime in the future. It will start with, “Remember the time when . . .”
Why not start there now? It’s just a car. Nobody was hurt. You have insurance.
“Remember the time we went to the car show, and your brand-new car got hit?”
“Oh, my yes, that’s a good one.”
“And we had such a good dinner that night!”
Thank you, Christine, for the great perspective shift.