I’ve mentioned our ’97 Suburban many times. My love for that SUV is a special kind of love. As a chronic “hauler” of both stuff and children, it meets my needs like no other vehicle ever has.
But I don’t know that I’ve mentioned much about our other vehicle. And how it’s also a ’97. Yep, we have a pre-millenial Toyota Camry as well.
I saved it because it made me giggle.
My mother and I went to the event together and stayed across the street at the W. Maybe you know, but I didn’t. W Hotels . . . are schwanky. Like, waaaayyyy beyond our usual Days Inn experience.
Significantly beyond what I would consider a fancy hotel. (We stayed there because my dad had points collected through business trips.)
Anyway, I held my head up proudly(ish) as the valet brought my car around. In between the Lexi (that’s plural for Lexus, right?) and BMWs and Jaguars, he drove up in my runs-like-a-champ ’97 Camry.
And when I got my keys back, there was the above attachment. It took me a moment to realize what it was. Then I saw that the poor guy had been required to walk around my car, documenting each ding and marking it on the little card.
I’m pretty sure he gave up and decided it was “good enough” at some point.
Strangely, though, he didn’t mention the passenger door that only opens from the inside or the headlight that’s held in place with a bread-bag tie.