It’s super duper windy today in Vegas. The kind of day where the stop lights are dangerously swinging back and forth. The kind of day where you can’t go outside without a swish of sand flying into your eyes. The kind of day where shopping carts go flying across the parking lot… straight into your car.
Because that’s exactly what happened to me today. I get in my car after picking up some craft supplies, look down to stick the key in the ignition, look back up and spot a grocery cart flying straight towards my car from the other end of the parking lot at a bajillion miles an hour.
Seriously… it was a bajillion miles an hour. I scientifically measured it.
Okay, I didn’t but still it was rushing fast towards my car. I didn’t have time to jump out of the car and stop it. It hit my car – making enough noise to wake the dead… or at least some very heavy sleepers. I winced, cowered, cringed, grimaced and cursed all at the same time.
I scrambled out, taking a quick glance around to make sure there weren’t any more stray carts zooming towards the car… or worse… my butt.
I was sure there’d be a huge dent in the front of my car. At least a good size chunk of paint missing. I slowly creeped around to the bumper, hesitantly glanced at it and that’s when I remembered!
My bumper has plastic panels! And they were all in one piece. No dents. No scratches. No cracks. Just a nice layer of dust (but of course, that’s my fault for not washing my car in who knows how many months).
Without the plastic panels, I’m positive there would have been a sizable crater on the front of my car. The plastic panels save the day!
