It’s a CAR, Monsieur Bonaparte. It’s a Car!!!!

For many, many years, I was fortunate enough to get where I needed to go via the New York City Subway System. Then came the suburban years which meant having to acquire a car and the headaches began.  Here’s the deal– lots of  people absolutely love their cars. They get all excited about the latest and greatest add-ons and equipment and so on and so forth. Men, in particular, treat their cars as though they were Vestal Virgins—pious and chaste and beautiful, to be handled with care and oh-so gingerly. I, on the other hand, don’t really care too much about cars. During my “Mom’s Taxi” years, my cars and mini-vans were a catch-all for  the boys’ sports equipment,  jig shoes and ghillies in various sizes for Oona’s Irish Dancing, changes of clothing, backpacks, the dogs’ toys  and lord knows whatever else the kids and their friends left behind!

In my most humble opinion, a car is for the necessity of getting from point “A” to point “B” and points beyond. The most important features in my car need to be a fantastic air conditioning unit because in the summer my hair tends to frizz and great A/C keeps a smooth coif. A good sized mirror is also important because I do a lot of tweezing in that great car lighting. Lastly, I need a good sound system so I can listen to my music whilst driving.

My "Good Humor" Car

My “Good Humor” Car

My present car is a Scion and I picked this white model because it reminds me of the Good Humor Ice Cream trucks that I was so fond of when I was a child.   (I parked way too close to the bushes because I cannot see out of my right eye. Oops!).

Monsieur Bonaparte, aka, Vincent (and I call him that with love) napoleon-bonaparte-lovers-3234doesn’t share my feelings when it comes to cars. He always  gives me his opinion upon entering  my car. He reminded me of this earlier today. We used my car to run some errands and the conversation went something like this.

Vincent (with heavy French accent): “Casseeeee, zis cahr eeez uh mess”. “What eezz zhat smell?”

Me: “No—it isn’t a mess. I don’t smell anything”. “Oh. Wait. That smell is my Starbucks Skinny Chai Latte. It’s been here for four days. It needed to cool off.  I’m not done with it yet.”

Vincent” “Oh merde!” “Look at zuh rest of zuh cahr. Zis eez disgusting! “Oh Merde”! “Merde”! “Merde!”

Me: “Ok Monsieur Bonaparte. Can you clean my car then”?

Front passenger side of carPersonally I didn’t think the car was that bad. In my efforts for solidarity, I made a Je Suis Charlie sign  and had it in my window until it obstructed my view. I did mean to bring it in the house, but it fell on the floor. That plastic thingy next to it is some sort of cup holder that came with the car. I have some CD’s in that nook over the glove compartment and some CD’s in a case on the floor.

There’s a little nook next to my seat. I keep my essentials in it. Chapstick Tweezers and Rolaids next to drivers seatChapstick, tweezers and a few Rolaids. I think there may be a penny in there too.   There’s that little island in between my driver seat and passenger seat. I’ve got a broken TJ Maxx rewards card that I keep meaning to put on my key ring—in the meantime it’ll stay put. I’ve got sunglasses that I don’t wear, but if anyone else needs them, they are available. I’m a giver.Broken TJ Maxx reward thingy and old sunglasses Car Junk DrawerAttached to that is a compartment with a lid. I have lots of tissues in case I spill my Starbucks, some coupons, and plastic bags in case Chippy has to poop–I’m a model doggie parent.  In that little nook inside the passenger door are empty CD cases. I use them to scrape ice off my windshield because I cannot find my scraper. (It may be under a seat).

Empty CD Cases

Empty CD Cases

Blanket on the back seatChippy’s blanket is spread across the back seat to keep the car clean.

In the way back are various bags for groceries. I’m very ecological. Also in the way back is my father-in-law’s WWII Navy Pea Coat. I keep meaning to get it tailored to fit me, but I haven’t yet gotten around to it. (it’s been there since October).

Plastic Tote Collection

We have choices in this life. I chose to have a clean home, ironed clothing (yes, I’m an ironing fanatic)and home-cooked meals. Is that so bad? Having a spotless car is not high up on my list of priorities. I do think of others though. Look—I have a “No Texting” magnet on the outside of my car. That little magnet on the outside is far more important than the inside of any car!. Am I right? Doesn’t that make sense? Oh my god, it’s just a car. I cannot stop laughing about this!My public messages

In honor of Vincent’s angst in connection with the state of my car, I give you this Lynyrd Skynyrd song—and it just happens to be my favorite  Skynyrd tune: “That Smell“. Enjoy this Friday Night!

XOXOXOXOX!                       …The Starbuck’s Vente Skinny Chai Latte is still in the car!

Three-Day Old Vente Skinny Chai Latte

About Catherine

Far from perfect, but enjoying life as a non-perfect and flawed individual at 60 years young. I'm still wondering what I'll be when I grow up! The characters in my life's screenplay include my better half. He is a refined Frenchman who grew up in Paris and summered in St. Tropez. I grew up in Long Island and summered in Long Island. I am not refined. My three grown children are also a big part of my life. For their sake, they happily live where their careers have taken them! But I can still mother them from a distance! I write about the mundane. I write about deeply shallow issues. But whatever I write or muse about--it'll always be a bit on the humorous and positive side! It's all good!
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4 Responses to It’s a CAR, Monsieur Bonaparte. It’s a Car!!!!

  1. Kate says:

    Great story Cath, loved it! I think you should write about your actual driving experiences. Everytime I’m having difficulty making a left turn I think of what you once told me: “I don’t make left turns , I just keep making right turns until I get where I’m going”. Always makes me smile!

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  2. Irene Albert says:

    I love your blogs. I also love this music, we named my last dog Skynyrd,,a German Shepard

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