beware of friday the 13th . . .

i am not superstitious.  but some things give me pause . . . like Friday the 13th.  yeah, it freaks me out a wee bit.  and with a packed schedule that day, i carefully drove myself to yoga, watching my speed . . . yes, i have a lead foot, and the traffic.  on the way home, i needed to visit the ATM at the bank before heading to lunch with Robin.  as usual, there was a line of cars and limited parking.  i pulled up behind a honking big Ford Ranger . . .  and waited for a space.  suddenly, i saw the truck's back-up lights.

rut roh, i said, as i leaned on the horn.  all faces in the lot swiveled in my direction.  all faces but one. as time slowed to a screeching halt, the cry of anguish from my poor little miata filled my ears.  call the surgeon.  get the ER ready.  code blue.  smash.

And notice this little goodie here:

it's a death ray emitter.  seeking miata's and smooshing them senseless.  bad dude.

o.k., so the damage wasn't all that great.  but it was Friday the 13th.  and i am squeamish.

my poor baby goes into the spa on Wednesday for a three day facelift, botox and fillers.  sigh.