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27 February 2008

My turn to tell a story. When my sister and I moved to Maine in 1994, →[More:]it was February, and snowy, and my sister's only car was a Miata, so she went to Charlie's Motor Mall to buy a second car. The salesman was admiring her Miata, and told her a story: They'd had a Miata on the lot last year, all summer and fall, and there was this guy who kept coming in to look at it, over and over, but he never made an offer on it. Then, in January, during a tremendous snowstorm, a blizzard practically, the guy comes in with his SUV or giant 4-wheel-drive truck or whatever, and says, "I wanna trade this for the Miata." And so he did, and drove off into the snowstorm in his new Miata.

After shoveling out last night's snow, and having no place left to put the snow I shoveled, I think I am that guy.

post by: JanetLand at: 09:37 | 8 comments

Great story!

That is so....Maine.

posted by Miko 27 February | 11:38

I love that! It's the can-do Mainer spirit.

posted by initapplette 27 February | 12:22

It goes over my head. But then I have never been to New England.

posted by danf 27 February | 14:15

I'm with you, Janet. I'm really, really tired of winter and snow. And, look, it's snowing again.

posted by theora55 27 February | 15:34

danf, it's kind of hard to explain the psychology, but this time of year is the nadir, the point at which everybody hits a limit. Even people who love winters. You're just sick of it; you walk out of work in the evening and see snowflakes falling and your heart just sinks. Sweet old ladies drop their keys in the icy slush and blurt out "goddamn motherf*er." You walk out the house and a clump of soggy snow slides off the roof and onto your freshly blow-dried head and shoulders. Your car is vile on the inside because you can't bear to stand outside long enough to park it and pick up all the trash and odds and ends and put them away. You try to go out to cheer yourself up and everything's the same old, same old. You go striding up your sidewalk with a bag of groceries and hit a patch of black ice and end up on your ass. You get fed up, and it just grinds on and on, making you wet, cold, delayed, uncomfortable, and inconvenienced.

The first few snowfalls of the season are beautiful and celebratory.

But by now? Gimme the keys to the fucking Miata.

posted by Miko 27 February | 19:04

Ahyup.

posted by Triode 27 February | 23:44

I think I get it... I'm a bit on the slow side Janet... thanks for the story though:)

posted by hadjiboy 28 February | 02:43

But by now? Gimme the keys to the fucking Miata.

Because it's such an irrational act, hoping against hope?

posted by danf 28 February | 10:49

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