So last night I went out to dinner with my friends, and on the way there my friend who was sitting in the front passenger seat says, "I never noticed that you didn't have a right-side mirror." So I look over and, sure enough, it was gone. So I'm like..."Crap!"
Flash back to January 2000, when I battled a bus in Harlem and ended up knocking that mirror loose (I personally think the battle was a draw since the bus is so much bigger). It hung on for a few months until one of my buddies started chasing me around our hometown and then I drove down a hill and the mirror came off. I had it repaired that summer and it never gave any impression it was coming off since. But, lo, no mirror.
So I do all my shit today and it's very annoying without a mirror, especially when changing lanes or merging right. So I get home, sit and think...and then on a whim I recall that we park under, like, a fucking rain forest, and it rained pretty hard yesterday, and there were like tons of branches and leaves on the car when I got up yesterday, and perhaps something fell on the mirror and knocked it off.
So I just went out to the parking lot and YES! There is the mirror! It looks like someone kicked it out of the way instead of driving over it, for it was in the woods, unharmed and noticeable. (I do have to say that I was about ready to give up when I saw it peripherally.) So I brought it inside and practically made out with it.
The moral of the story is...someone buy me a new car!
But it's great...it made my day! And as I was walking in I looked at myself in the mirror and I look quite sexy today. So now I'm pretty damn happy with life.