who am I to tempt fate?

I think I need a psychic advisor. My stars, both good and bad, seem to be aligned in a clear path to something: a PT Cruiser. (I know, you’re saying “oh no, he’s going to whine about his dead car some more” but follow me on this one.)

On May 3 this year, my car died. On May 4 last year, I blogged my first PT Cruiser sighting. I’ve made no secret of my love for this car. I defended it in another entry when Jessie called it “fucking ugly.” I’ve written about it a couple other times, too.

While waiting for the tow truck after my car died last Thursday, a man stopped to ask if I needed help. He was driving a blue PT Cruiser. (He was kinda hot too, in an Al Parker kinda way.) I thanked him for stopping but told him help was on the way. After he drove away, I was wondering if it was a sign. Is a PT Cruiser in my future? Nearly every dealership in the country has a waiting list for these vehicles, so you simply can’t buy one off the lot.

Tonight Marlin and I visited both Mitsubishi and Toyota dealerships, looking at vehicles on the lot. We drove past the Chrysler dealership and saw a PT Cruiser parked out front. On a whim, we stopped in to ask how long their waiting list was for PT Cruisers. As it turns out, the car we saw parked outside is available for immediate sale because the man who originally ordered it received a job transfer and cancelled the order. The car arrived a few days ago, spent the weekend on display at a golf tournament, and has been on the dealer’s lot for only 2 nights.

Rash and impulsive are the last two words most people would use to describe me. But who am I tempt fate? I made a deposit and just might be PT Cruising as early as this weekend.