What? My Headlights out? HOLY CRAP!

So, for those of you who don’t know about my vehicle, here’s what it looks like. It’s a 1990 Mazda MX-6 GT. It’s a coupe. It’s a faded dark grey, so faded dark = lighter. The paint in most areas are worn to the metal. My ENTIRE DRIVER SIDE, is smashed in from a recent run in (HAHA GET IT? Damn I’m good) with a deer. The bastard spun along my entire driver side. The window was shattered, is now plexi-glass duct taped on. The door won’t open. I have to get in/out VIA passenger door.

Now, I’m drving along this road going through a city. This lady driving in the opposet direction stops and starts waving to me to stop. I figure she wants directions. Ok. It’ll be akward–I can’t open my window to greet her. So I ask Mat who’s in the passenger seat to talk to her, as I have no window. So, I stop, reverse to her, and she HAS to be able to see my car and all its glory. Right?

“Hey, did you know your front headlight is out?”

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“Are you fucking serious lady? Is this some kind of sick JOKE? Well then. I hate you too.”

…Is what SHOULD have come out of my mouth. Instead, we fought back laughing as Mat told her that we knew this. Later we realized what we should have done. Here’s how it SHOULD have gone:

Lady flags us down, mat gets out.

LADY: “Hey, did you know your front headlight is out?”

MAT: “WHAT?!” Runs to the front of the car and looks, as if jesus christ himself appeard where my headlight should be. “JAMES YOU HAVE TO COME SEE THIS!!! YOU’RE WHOLE LEFT SIDE IS SMASHED TO SHIT!”

JAMES (Me): Climbs out of the PASSENGER SIDE DOOR cause MY FUCKING DOOR IS SMASHED SHUT!!! And Runs around to see the new found information and verify it. “HOLY CRAP!”

LADY: Starts to cry

US: We get back in the car and drive away, feeling very content.

Alas, it was too late though. I’ll get pictures sometime for ya. It definatly brightened my day (No pun intended) since the last post, “Life.” I think maybe I’ll revise it and turn it into a song.

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You have a headlight out? I mean c’mon…