Invisible Girl
My friend Mimi has an old silver Honda. She’s had it for years and she drives it to work every day.

Unfortunately, the car appears to be a magnet for trouble.

She told me that her car has been crashed into nearly a dozen times – she’s never been at fault.

“It’s like my car is invisible or something,” she said. And then she told me the story about the waving guy and I the only conclusion I could come up with is that her car is invisible.

She and her fiancé, Baker, pulled into Harvard Square to run errands. Street parking can be tough to find but she got lucky and saw that a guy in a Mini was pulling out. She waved to him, he smiled and waved back. She motioned that she wanted his space, he nodded his assent and that was the end of it. At least, that’s what Mimi thought.

Then the guy just backed into her. Like she wasn’t there. Like they hadn’t just had this whole exchange of waving and smiling. She and Baker were shocked as was the guy in the Mini. How did that happen?

They exchanged info and agreed to talk later. A few days later, Baker and Mimi came out to find the Honda had been hit again – within days of the incident with Mini. Someone had kindly left a note. Turns out that the house across the street had an open house and someone had just backed into the Honda. The new damage was worse than the damage from the Mini.

I share this story about Mimi’s invisible Honda because I’m starting to worry that our dark gray Toyota Matrix is suffering from a similar paint issue.

Just in the past couple of days we have narrowly avoided being hit on three occasions. One time a guy was waiting to make a left turn – there were no cars in front of us or behind us. He’d been waiting a bit and then he just tried to turn into us. It was like he waited for us to approach to purposely hit us. It was weird, but we shook it off.

Then the same thing happened again when we were driving on Rt. 2 – a guy in one lane tried to merge into us three times in as many minutes.

And who could forget the nose picker in the green VW? She just barreled straight towards us – I actually screamed. I’m not a screamer.

These aren’t the usual little, hey that guy cut me off deals – these incidents require drastic evasive maneuvers.

Deeps told me yesterday he’s afraid our car has been painted invisible. I asked if he’d parked the car near Mimi’s. Maybe her Honda’s invisibility is contagious.