Hit and Run

The Volvo wagon is an old car -- 24 years old to be exact.  But does that give anyone the right to back into the driver-side door and leave the scene with no note?

This morning when I went out to meet a friend for coffee, I found a rather large dent in the door.  Fortunately it was in the center of the door and didn’t interfere with the hinge side or the handle. 

I wondered how that could have happened.  Phone calls to both children, who had driven the car during the past week, failed to turn up a confession or even a clue.  I quickly admitted that it could well have been someone backing out of the driveway across the street in front of our house.  But we will never know because the guilty party disappeared without a trace.

I really thought there was no functional damage until I rolled down the window to adjust the mirror, which was also cock-eyed.  The window barely made it back up to the top as I registered:  Note to self -- Don’t lower the window again for any purpose because it might not go back up.

Instead of bothering to look for the gray Rustoleum, I opted for clear nail polish.  This car’s body has been grossly scarred for a long time now, so we mainly go for functionality these days.  It runs like a champ despite looking like a dilapidated old jalopy. 



I love old cars, especially those that run well and never leave you stranded.

But please, if you ever hit my Volvo, be so kind as to at least leave me a note on the windshield!