Funny story. So for the past year or so, every time I look in my car's rearview mirror, it looks like there's something hanging out of my nose. And of course, I look after I'm done with a first-and-last date, or work, or grocery shopping when the exceptionally good looking clerk decides to chat me up.
I load my groceries, and slide behind the wheel. I turn the ignition, and look into the rearview mirror. And I see it.
"Dang! What is with my nose!" I bark at my steering wheel.
The other day, I get in my car after work. I look into the mirror to back out. It's back. I reach up to my nostril. Nope, nothing. I look in the mirror again. Wait a sec...
I reach up to the rearview mirror. There is a scratch dead-even with where my nostril appears when I'm sitting in the driver's seat.
Oh well. I may have blamed a lot of last dates on a hanger that wasn't really there, but at least the mystery is now solved.
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ROFL!! Thx for the giggle! I needed it. Keep writing, you are amazing.
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