First a bit of history.
Back in '81 I found out from watching it happen on TV that my '74 911 slid into a sinkhole in Winter Park Florida. It was at a shop getting a tune up at the time. $4500 dollars, a big crane and a new paint job later it was back home.
A few years later as I walked out of a movie theater with a date, I watched in horror as a guy in the parking lot casually backed out of his spot and into the back of my car. $1500 later it was again back home.
Okay, so tonight was flashback time although thankfully less dramatic.
We never take the 993 out to dinner just because, well by now you get the idea. But today we had new speakers installed and the wife wanted to drive it. Afterall, it's her car (or at least I have to let her believe it's hers).
So anyway, we go to our favorite restaurant which is located in a small plaza with a grocery store (and we all know that can never be good). She finds a spot up front at the end of a row with plenty of room. I wouldn't have parked that close but hey I'm paranoid and if I tell her that I'll only get the hairy eyeball and another reminder of my paranoia.
So we wind up waiting for a table outside with a nice view of our (er her) car. I still, almost unconsciously, scan the horizon for potential danger. She starts to give me that look. A couple of middle aged men come out of the grocery store and get in a nearby truck. My pulse rises but the trucks doors close without incident. Her look now takes on that "see Mr. Paranoid, all is well" look. As I start to settle down, we both look back to the car just in time to see the shopping cart moving slowly but inevitably on it's 15 foot journey with destiny and the side of MY F*****G car
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I'm sedated now and I think all is well but the car does not go out to dinner anymore!