CAR-ried away...

I have been attempting to come up with a blog topic for quite some time now. I am more than in the mood for writing but that is completely useless without something to discuss! Then it hit me like a car. Pun intended, and you will soon learn why. Let me tell you about a friend name Frankie. Actually, I suppose the proper spelling is in all capital letters. FRANKIE. If you ask me I'd tell you that there are enough letters to fit that onto a license plate. That's just where I've seen them too. To be clear, she isn't technically my friend. Just someone who lives in my apartment building and is in love with her red Volkswagen Beetle.

I've known people to love their cars. They clean it, make sure it sparkles, and don't like any crumbs anywhere inside. Well, that's fine. I don't see anything extremely wrong with that because who cares? A typical neat freak enjoying what they spent so much money on and I back those people up one hundred percent! No no, FRANKIE is a bit different than those car lovers. I guess you could say she is more affectionate toward the good ol' bug convertible. Many weeks ago I had my first encounter with my friend. She doesn't know we had this encounter but I just happened to pull into a parking spot at the exact same time as her daily ritual was taking place. Something looked a bit strange so I stalled (no, my car isn't stick shift) in the car to see what was happening. I was incredibly surprised at what I saw before my eyes. The woman who drives her VW was gently resting her arms and head on the top of the car. Well, okay...I suppose it's not the weirdest thing I've ever---ohh okay, there it is. There's the weirdest thing I've ever seen. She gave that car a very big kiss. After the initial shock sitting in my car, I couldn't get out. Not yet, anyway! I had to see what was next. What was next was a casual walk to the other side of her car where she would, again, gently lay her head and hands on the top of the car followed by a nice smooch. Don't think the top of the car was the only spot to receive such kind passionate actions. That license plate, FRANKIE, was blown a kiss, too. As she slowly walked away from this four-wheeled hunk of metal, she turned and smiled fondly as if she wouldn't see the Red Beauty for years. I've had the pleasure of catching this ritual twice and even after explaining it to people, I feared they would never believe me. Let's face it, I couldn't make this stuff up! It's mind-BUGgling!

Thankfully, today would change that because I had a witness. My friend drove me home from class and sure enough as we were pulling into my parking lot, FRANKIE was outside. I told my friend to park because I needed her to see this. Today was a special treat. The top was down in the convertible and that meant her fuzzy seat coverings were nice and warm from the afternoon sun. FRANKIE was saying her goodbyes and my friend was a witness. I had never explained the story to her before we were sitting in the parking lot today but I sure am glad she saw her cozying up to those seats. After she made the rounds and said goodbye to the license plate, I simply stated, "Now she will walk away but don't worry, she'll turn around for one last look". Ding ding ding!

As I started to write this post I began to feel a little bad about posting this for all the world (and by all the world, I mean the handful of you that actually read this) to see but then I realized that she is the one who does this in the middle of the day. She doesn't care who sees her. She is the one who is in love with an inanimate object. Most importantly, she better not make any sudden moves toward my Mazda.

Best,

Anne