So, I’m a little peeved. Just a little. I mean its not a big deal but… it is.
My parents car is in the shop for a shoddy transmission. Which is an expensive and time consuming repair. And they had tickets to the Power House concert that just happened at the Honda Center. It’s weird enough that my nearly 50 year old parents are going to a rap and hip hop concert, but that’s irrelevant.
Me, being the awesome, amazing, super heroine daughter that I am, let them borrow my car, my baby, my darling Nikki (yes, my car is named after a Prince song), on a Saturday night, nonetheless. Leaving myself stranded and solo for the entire evening.
Alright, fine. I can sacrifice a Saturday night of young adult debauchery for the greater good. Not a problem.
But now when they return my sister decides to tell me a “funny” story.
Apparently, Dad was so insulted by my unoffending little rainbow chain that hands from the rearview mirror that he grabbed it in a fit of “What the fuck is this?” and threw it to the floor on the passenger side. Mom saved it from insult and placed it gingerly in the glove compartment. Then he complained about my I <3 Boobies lanyard that holds my car keys. And took that off too, tossing it somewhere.
I mean, I get it. I’m gay, you’re not. And you don’t approve of it. But, damn. This is my property that you are so adamantly degrading. My property, that I LENT you out of the KINDNESS of my heart. Does anyone else see the problem with this? I’m not asking you to tie a rainbow bandana around your head or paint your own car with pink triangles. But to disrespect my property?
See if I ever do you a favor again.
I probably will.
I’m an idiot like that.
I didn’t approach him about it. I let it go. For better or worse, I don’t know. But Mom put everything back the way it started before turning the car back over to me, its rightful and loving owner.
Poor Nikki.
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