Strange Things Keep Happening to Me…

Like today. I went out to my car at lunch time, and put my purse and book on the passenger seat while I sat on the side of the driver’s seat. I happened to glance up at the windshield. It didn’t look right.

There was a strange, black, tombstone-shaped sticker thing in the upper middle of the glass, and I’d never seen it before.

I sat there stupidly for a few seconds, half-in and half-out of the car. But I was puzzled and it took me a minute to figure out that something was missing.

My rearview mirror was gone.

WHAT?! Yeah. I know. So I am frantically looking to see where it is … did I set my purse on it … did it fall on the floor ….

When I couldn’t find it, I got completely out of the car, and there it was, lying in the driver’s seat. I’d come within an ace of sitting on it.

Now, the mirror was fine when I parked the car at the office this morning. So all I can figure is that the glue was weakened by the ridiculous heat-wave we’ve been having, and it decided to let go. Thank goodness it let go at a time when I was not driving!

So of course, when Daddy came home tonight, I asked him what could be done. He sent me over to AutoZone for the glue and said we’d get the fixin’ started.

Only, when I got home with the glue, the directions say that you should attempt repairs only between 45 and 75 degrees Fahrenheit. Are you kidding me?! We won’t have daytime highs under 75 degrees until … oh … mid-October.

I cannot drive without my rearview mirror for three months! I use all my mirrors. Daddy taught me how. He also taught me how to set my mirrors so that I have no blind spot. Now I have this ginormous blind spot and it’s very disconcerting to drive.

So Daddy’s going to see if we can attempt the repair early on Saturday morning. I’ll leave the car at his place Friday night, and he will see if it’s cool enough to try the repairs when he gets done with his early-morning prayers on Saturday.

If not, I’m wondering if duct tape will hold my mirror in place for three months. It won’t be pretty, but it would be better than driving without my mirror.

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