The Little Truck that Could....Not!

I have had this truck for many years, today was the first day I myself have damaged it I was leaving Fresh and Easy, a local grocery store, picking up some grocerys for Jay as he was going to the dunes, yes yesss I know good wife picking up sardines, cheese stuff olives, lil smokies, tortillas, and who knows what other exotic items I purchased, pigs feet were not avaialable.
So completed that project and remembered that our Grandmother Dog Mitzi has been eating Reillys hot dogs for a few days, ssshhhhh.
On my way...shall I really say it here....in this venue....maybe just a tad I was ....well okay, Daydreaming. I ran into the Vacant Village Inn Sign, so here's the deal. AS I hit the sign I remembered thinking what is that noise, I was trying to miss a car that was stuck in front of the sign and I swerved a tad too wide......Did I not think to stop,(actually that is what Jay said, as I looked queerily at him--You all know that look, glassy eyes and no blinking) NOOOOOOOO Ms. Margie plowed right through, as if she was trying to take down The Tower of Babel, scraping the side of my truck almost past the passenger door, breaking the fender thus scraping the tire as I turn slightly left, screech.....breaking the side mirror which hung like a broken arm, off the side of the truck, you know the cars you see, shall I say it here again, white trash...ha ha ha..where their mirror is rattling back and forth hanging on by a electrical tendon., well, there I was.... and there it was, that damn mirror flopping back and forth as I drove gingerly home. Knowing Jay was gonna give a scowl, and maybe a grunt or two...which He did! I told him I was running his errand, so it was HIS fault, we found humor in that for a second to soften the blow of what pride I might have left. So with a little duct tape and tie wire, we have miraculously managed to make it work, or at least the mirror from looking too shameful, gotta find a mirror out there. As I hopped into my truck the other day I actually tried to put the mirror in position to see who is coming up along side me, sidenote: didn't work...... He was able to kinda fix the fender....So remember back a bit when I was selling my Dad's Piece of Crap Truck, I guess mine is next.
Oh before I close look at the Villiage Inn Sign, Ha....