As I was driving to work this morning, my heart almost stopped beating and exploded in my chest.
There, the car in front of me...
Was there something familiar about it??
There WAS. It was MR. UGLY! He lives on! I almost teared up...
For those of you unfamiliar, here is the back story on Mr. Ugly (for those of you who already know, feel free to skip to the end):
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When I turned 16, unfortunately my grandfather passed away (as is somewhat of a curse in our family when we turn 16). My grandmother decided to get a new car, and she negotiated a good deal with my dad so I could get her car. A red '89 Escort, that she effectively drove back and forth to the grocery store.
Anyway, one day at school I was having an argument with my friend Brandon (which was a frequent occurence) about whose car was less cool. I told him his car was pointless because it barely got him the 2 blocks between his house and school and the fabric on the ceiling was held up with push pins (seriously, imagine like 200 push pins holding up the top of your car). He very wittily replied, "yea? Well your car is ugly." To which our other friend Casey added, "yea, yea, your car is like MR. Ugly." The name stuck, despite all my efforts to fight it, and both the name and the car took on a life of their own. Everyone in my high school knew my car as "Mr. Ugly." For Christmas my freshman year in college my parents bought me a vanity plate for my car that said MR UGLY. Then the car became FAMOUS. My parents went to a restaurant and the waiter brought the check and asked, "who wants Mr. Ugly? haha, isn't that funny? I saw it on a license plate the other day." Pizza delivery men would never fail to comment on it, the fame even followed me to college. Two separate highway occasions:
1. A man pulled up next to me in order to scream, "HEY!!! I'M MISTER UGLY!!!" It's a good thing we were in moving cars, or he may have gotten fiesty.
2. I was passing a guy in a truck and as I'm almost past him he speeds up so he's keeping up with me. This always makes me nervous but eventually I look over and he's pointing at the back of my car with a huge smile on his face. So I slow down to get away from the creepy man and I see when I get behind him that his license plate says "UGLYMUG" He was just trying to be my buddy.
So you get the picture, he was famous.
Anyway, during my 3rd year of college, my little brother turned 16 and unfortunately, my grandmother died (the aforementioned curse) and I got her newer car, while Mr. Ugly was passed on to Sam. Sam drove him for two more years until he left for college and my parents donated Mr. Ugly to charity. It was a very sad day indeed, the end of an era...
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It was definitely him! He still had the US flag sticker underneath the top taillight, the dents on the driver's side door, the dent on the hood from the mailbox I hit when I was 19, a little bit of rust on the bottom of the driver's door.
It warms my heart to know he's still out there, truckin' along, carrying people to and fro.
I'll acknowledge that perhaps I'm a little over sentimental about this, but he was my first car, he's very dear to my heart, and it made my day to see he's still on the road. He's like the little Escort that could. :)
Ok, I'll stop now.
Oh and my braces come off in 38.25 hours. Yes!