To my one and only car,
I know sometimes I neglect you – that I don’t wash you, or vacuum your floor as often as I should. I know how you love to have your dash detailed and your chrome polished. Don’t we all? I should take care of those needs more often.
Despite this, you do know how much I love you. I know you do. And that is why I just don’t understand how you could do this to me.
It’s bad enough that you wouldn’t start. But to not start while I have a CAR FULL OF GROCERIES at the SUPERMARKET by MYSELF was just too much.
I kept my cool… I hope you noticed. I didn’t kick you or scream or take a baseball bat and smash your headlights. Lord knows I felt like it. I also hope you noticed that I calmly tried to start you over and over and over again – because I had faith in you – even though I was already running late.
The reason I hope you noticed these things is because if you DON’T start tomorrow when I come to get you, I am just not sure I’ll be able to keep these feelings bottled up anymore. I just think it would be healthier to let them out.
So, I hope for your sake you start. I love you, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you.
But it’s still on my list.