DRIVING MISS CRAZY
WIP
What does that mean?
I bashed my car against my neighbor’s parked car the other day.
I’d just gotten it serviced! It was a nicely serviced car and was humming along well, even though it was raining and the streets were wet.
Maybe it was running a little too well. It was more powerful than I was used to. Before service, while driving, I felt as if the handbrake was on when it wasn’t.
I was happy to have the car back after a hiatus of two days.
I was late for a workout appointment with my personal trainer. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, and clicked my tongue with annoyance. The time it showed was around 1:23 pm — when it was around eight in the morning.
I was loath to raise my hand and look at the time on my Apple Watch, which often needs a nudge from my other hand to reveal the time.
I was madder at Honda than Apple.
Why do they have to mess up the clock when they service the car?
Maybe I wouldn’t have bashed the car if the clock had been okay. I wouldn’t have been as annoyed if I knew what time it was.
Yes, I have a very tiny comfort zone, I know. All the clocks I own should tell the correct time, all the…
