Well, I am on a roll.
Many of you are too young to remember the teeny, tiny car called a Yugo. But, for about a year, I owned one.
It was about half the size of a Volkswagon Beetle in both height and width. But it got like a zillion miles per gallon.
Once, I was way out in the country, visiting a patient for the first time. His sons were there to help answer his health background questions. First of all, they couldn't believe I actually made it in on the barely plowed county road they lived on. The car only had 13 inch tires, and we had gotten about 18 inches of snow the night before. But I blasted through the drifts and like an energizer bunny, drove right on into their long driveway. I made it about 3/4 of the way and the car had plowed its way into their snow-filled driveway until it pushed the snow up to the height of my car hood.
I reminded them that I was the home health nurse, and they said: "What did you drive? A snowmobile?"
They leaned out their back door and hooted and hollered like I just showed them a two headed deer. They went and physically helped their Dad out of his recliner and walked him to the door and pointed. Then, HE hooted and hollered, laughing so hard he almost fell over.
Then, it was time to go.
I timidly asked if they "wouldn't mind" helping "rock" my car out of the snow hole it was in.
Nope, Smartie-Pants. You are too far ahead of me in this story....
The highways were all muddy for days and everything looked like it was dipped in shit.
I pulled up to my favorite car wash by the mall, and there are about 35 cars waiting.
"Oh, what the hell!" I think. "Why not wait. It is a beautiful day. I will just crank up my radio and enjoy the sunshine and wait."
So, I wait in line (forever!) and finally get to be the next one in line to get my car washed. By now, there is another 35 cars behind me, still waiting in line to also get their car washed. (Must be a spring ritual, for sure!)
Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I always get a little nervous when I am by myself in the car wash. I don't know what it is. Maybe not being able to see outside the car. Maybe it is the loud noise the rushing water makes. I don't know.
I carefully pull the car up, following the car wash guy's waving directions, (like he's directing a 747 jet for a landing, or something) and he gives me the STOP signal, which I promptly do.
Alrighty then. I progress about 10 feet down the line.
It goes on for what seems five minutes. I note that the car has stopped lunging forward on the assembly line.
I see no live human beings.
So, I sit in my car.
The water stops.
Still, no humans in sight.
Alarm is still howling, red lights are still blinking off and on.
Finally, from behind a glass window, I hear someone mouthing to me: "Can you get out of your car?"
I partially roll down my right front window, and yell back: "What? Are you saying for me to get OUT of my car? What if the water starts again or the flappers and brushes come at me? No...I don't think so."
He doesn't respond, but I see him frantically gesturing to the guy beside him in the little glass booth.
About two minutes later, four men come out into the wet car wash area, ducking under the dripping brushes and flappy dealies.
They bend down and look at my car from all angles.
By now I am thinking....did the car wash break part of my Yugo?
The 35 cars behind me are all honking their horns. Some drivers are getting pissed and motioning for the cars behind them to back up, because they want to get the hell out of line.
Its starting to get ugly outside the car wash.
The four men still surrounding my car huddle together like football players deciding on their next play.
Without telling me again to get out of the car, two of them go to the front of the car and two go to the back.
And; once again, folks, they LIFT MY CAR (with me in it!) and drop it down a few feet further down the line.
One motions for me to unroll the driver's window.
He says: "M'am....your car went "off track" during the car wash. I think it will make it through now without any problems because the water pressure is less during the rinse cycle."
They all go back into the booth again (I am sure to call all their relatives to gufaw about the tiny car that got blown off the car wash tracks. (I am thinking I will just be lucky if I don't make the six o-clock news).
Gripping the steering wheel and praying that it stayed on track, I went through the rest of the car wash cycle without incident.
As soon as it got through, I was so embarrassed, I just hit the gas and left the parking lot as fast as I could without looking back.
From then on, I washed my car myself.
Less than a year later, I heard about a Yugo being blown off the Mackinac Bridge (which is a suspension bridge over Lake Michigan that connects upper and lower Michigan) during a storm.
I sold the Yugo two weeks later.
They stopped manufacturing Yugo's shortly after the bridge event.