We're keepin' the "soccer mom" vibe alive with our new (to us) car, a Honda Odyssey. And while my daughters aren't thrilled with this new vehicle, I am overjoyed. I just returned from a little road trip to the Oregon Coast to meet up with my mom and sister and I relished every minute in a car that A.) would start when I turned the ignition key and B.) well, my mind just kind of stops there because I am just so happy to have a car that works.
I had an odd realization as I reached the sea of family cars in various shades of grey and white, I didn't note what aisle my car was parked and I couldn't remember my new license plate number. I know that our new van is graphite grey and that it's a Honda Odyssey. There. That's all I got. So here I am, slowly walking through the parking lot with my remote control keychain clicking the Door Open button on any Honda Odyssey I find.
This one? Nope. This one? Nope. This one? Nope. This one? (Please dear God don't let Security come after me). I'm beginning to panic. Do I call the Lost and Found? What would I say and not sound like a nitwit? Do I stay until closing and see which grey van is the last to leave? One last attempt, this one? Yes! This is the one! I try to look nonchalant as I place the jackets inside then dig through my purse to find a pen and paper. I go to the back of the car and write down my license plate number, make a mental note that I'm parked near the gazebo with a rusty sink then head back to the park.
I don't mind having a car that looks like all the rest, I just need to find a way to stand out among the pack.