Doinking My Nose
When I got to the Avis counter last Sunday night, the clerk asked me if I wanted a Camry or a Sebring Convertible. Heck, let me have the convertible, I said. Bad idea.
First, the car is a two-door model. Which meant that every time I parked the car, someone parked about 3 inches from my door. Getting in the car became an adventure. Then there’s the “convertible” part.
There’s a little button inside the car that looks like it puts the top up and down. I pushed the button. Nothing. Stepped on the brake. Nothing. In park. Nothing. You get the picture. I had a convertible, but the top didn’t go down. (Insert funny joke here.)
Finally on Tuesday I was going to get that dang top down. I noticed a set of 7 pictures in the top of the trunk that showed how to put the top down. Simple. Steps 1 and 2 required a reconfiguration of the trunk. Check. Then I got to Step 3. It looked like I had to pull down a panel from the top of the trunk. Small detail — that wasn’t quite right. The panel was attached to the top of the trunk. I yanked down on the panel and the trunk lid smacked me on the bridge of the nose.
I stood there like a stooge with blood pooling on the bridge of my nose from the cut. Ugh…foiled by a convertible. You can imagine that I didn’t use my best language as I rubbed my nose. Ugh.
Well…it turns out that there’s a simple solution. THE TRUNK HAS TO BE CLOSED, EVEN THOUGH THE PICTURES OF HOW TO DO IT ARE IN THE TRUNK. Bhavesh figured that out for me after we finished eating at Barnaby’s. Great, man. I gassed up, put on my sunglasses, and drove around town with the top down. Nose throbbing, of course.
Posted on August 8, 2008
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