Thursday, August 21, 2008


My parents got their new car back from the body shop and unless someone told you about the deer incident, you’d never know it. The thing still looks brand new.

I get a kick out of this car. It’s got all sorts of bells and whistles. The sort of stuff you really don’t need but it kind of fun anyway: like a heated steering wheel. Seriously? Can’t you just wear gloves like the rest of the unwashed masses?

But my favorite feature is this little sensor that lets you know when you’ve strayed out of your lane without signaling. I know I’ve mentioned this little alarm before, but I gotta tell ya, I love this thing. Not because it’s a valid safety feature, which it IS (intended to alert drowsy drivers to Wake Up!) but because of the vindication my mother is stewing in.

She’s told him for YEARS that he’s a lane-wanderer and he’s denied it vehemently.

(The car crosses slightly onto the shoulder)
Mom: You’re drifting again!
Dad: Bullshit!
(Dad over-corrects to skirt dangerously close to the semi in the left lane)
Mom: (clutching the door handle) Goddammit, Evans!!

Fun for the whole family!

I read recently that couples who fight frequently sometimes have stronger marriages because it means they’re more “engaged” in the relationship. My parents’ marriage is VERY strong! Hahaha!

As my dad was driving me to the airport on Tuesday, that little alarm got a lot of play. And so did I.

Lane Alarm: Doo-doo-doo
Me: Doo-doo-doo!! Hee hee!
Lane Alarm: Doo-doo-doo
Me: Doo-doo-doo!! Hee hee hee!
Dad: Stop doing that! It’s very annoying.
Me: I find it very entertaining.
Dad: (sighing) Do you want to hear it again?
Me: Yes, PLEASE!!!
Lane Alarm: Doo-doo-doo
Me: Hee hee hee!!!!



Garth said...

Sounds like my grandfather and his glass eye. His depth perception sucked and you would cring as he passed parked cars along the side of the street. And I swear he was going to plow into his garage wall some day. Fond memories now. I lived.

(and my word verification is "carunkd." A good sniglet.)

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a good invention. I have a lane wanderer in my family, and she doesn't believe it either.

It's been nice reading your blog this morning; work really sucks today. :( --Been there

Anonymous said...

OMG, LOL. I can just see it in my mind's eye. You are your father's child, aren't you?