So I’ve got this faint line on my nose. Completely my fault. El and I were driving to this new crepe place two days ago and I was scoping for parking. Across the street from the restaurant, I saw a man standing in a spot. I pulled in front of him and started to roll my window down to ask him to move.
Well, having gotten used to the autodown on the Durango, I put my head out before the window was completely down. Bashed my nose on the edge of that, then recoiled and whacked my head on the top of the window. Eyes streaming tears I said, “Sir, could you move out of that space?”
“I’m saving it for my brother,” he replied.
Still dazed, I steered my car into a spot a half block away.
The man was gone.
There’s still a line on my nose.
Next time, paint your windows black for easy visibility.