Notes From A Walkman Junkie: Awkward Accident Prone
Awkward Accident Prone
It is fair to say that I listen to the majority of my music in my car. Consequently, I associate a great deal of music with driving related experiences. For those of you who read my previous article, Spatula On Wheels, I am not planning to only discuss car themes from now on, so don’t ‘piss your little pee-pee pants’ (that is for you Iago). Still, as it happens, driving and music will always have an enormous connect for me. The Cure, particularly the song, A Forest, will always lead me back to a little incident involving my long-time childhood friend, Ursula, and my father’s rental car.
I was vacationing with my family and had invited Ursula along as well. We were fifteen at the time and my father had temerariously allowed Ursula and myself to drive his rental car unaccompanied along some of the narrow paths near our vacation spot. I was more interested in controlling the tunes than in driving so Ursula took the helm and I climbed into the passenger side and popped in my tape of The Cure for our listening enjoyment. Things were going relatively smooth as we traveled along the winding paths, digging the music and feeling generally smug to be driving around alone. Ursula’s confidence… and speed… steadily seemed to grow the further we went and she even decided to practice backing the car, as this had been a skill she was a bit weary of in the past. I was not entirely keen on the idea, but thought what the hell, she was doing a bang-up job so far and seemed up to the task. I was mistaken.
Ursula started to back down the slender path at a nice slow straight crawl at first, but gradually began to pick up speed. Unfortunately, the increased swiftness did not bode well for the straightness of the car’s path. We each suddenly froze as we heard the loud “crunch” of the side mirror snapping off on one of the numerous trees aligning the road. Upon returning the frowzled car to my nettled father, it was decided that a suitable solution would be to glue the mirror back on and then return the rental car, whistling like nothing had happened; but here’s the rub: I was instructed — Ursula was exempt due to her ‘not my kid get out of punishment free’ card — to stand next to the car and hold the mirror on until the glue was fully dried. This seemed like a specifically tedious undertaking to me as it involved glue, which I always associate with crafts. I hate crafts… I was in the brownies for exactly two weeks until ‘craft day’ where by I promptly quit.
This awkward punishment was also by no means a private affair. The vacation spot was amidst a camp-like community, and subsequently a steady stream of people passed by during my hours of nonchalant mirror-holding. Amongst these footers was a group of boys that Ursula and myself had been hanging around during our visit. As to be expected, I had my favorite boy of the group, but tragically, the boy I fancied had payed very little (zero) attention to me thus far. I had grown accustomed to this disheartening dynamic between us so I was elated when the boy whom I admired approached me (and my attached car) and invited me to come and hang out with him. I quickly answered with a delighted, “I would love to, but I have to stay here and hold this mirror on until the glue dries.” Clearly believing that I was having a go at him, he looked at me and simply stated, “You could have just said you did not want to.” and walked away leaving me alone to sadly continue my auto repair crafts.
I am attaching Anne by Santigold and much like the lyrics state, “My name is Anne, I have a plan.” I desperately could have used a plan… like a mirror-holding stand-in.