My Father’s “Other Wife”

How attached can you men get to your cars???  Translated…

Some say, “cars are mistresses of men”, this is most fitting, to describe my father.

Awhile ago, my father bought a new secondhand car.  And, although it was, preowned, but my father’s love for his “other wife” wasn’t the least bit reduced.

On his “wedding night”, he couldn’t hold down his excitement, every half an hour, he’d run into the garage to check on “her”, and liked “her” more and more as he gazed upon “her”, with that look of bliss on his face, and, it’d made my mother, who’s his “first wife” felt quite jealous.

Every evening before he goes to bed, my dad would definitely head into the garage, using a flashlight, examined his “other wife” thoroughly, then, he’d be able to sleep soundly.  Other than these daily health checkups, every once in a while, he’d taken his “other wife” to the spa, and after carefully cleaning “her” up, he’d applied an assortment of waxes and car care products, to help “her” stay young and beautiful forever.

like this???  Photo from online…

As he drove out, he’d felt uneasy, that he wasn’t with his “other wife”, and carried “her” on his mind always.  As he went into the office, he’d kept surveillance on her safety through the blinds of his office window; and when we go out to dine, he’d needed a seat that gave him a view to the parking lot; and as he pulled into the rest stations by the freeways, he’d, surely, stand next to his lovely second wife, to keep guard over her.

Every time someone gets too close to his “other wife”, my father would fold his arms, and, stare the individual down, and even gone up to the person, used that threatening tone of his, “Hey you, stay away, your buttons may scrape off the paint of my car!” and as someone intended to park next to his “younger wife” my father would act as a traffic police, and as the other driver was about to get out, he’d immediately gone up, to hold the door for the individual, so the person won’t open the doors with too much force, and scraped his beloved car.  My father often stated, “the world is full of evils, they all saw how beautiful my baby is, and they all wanted a piece of her.”, and so, he’d needed to act as “her” bodyguard, to keep watch at all times.

or like this???  Still from online…a “specimen”, wishing his CAR a “happy birthday!”…if this is not psychotic, I don’t know WHAT is!!!

And still, once we went sightseeing on the old streets of Daxi, my father made the miscalculations, left his other wife in the parking lot for an entire afternoon.  And as he returned, he’d found a scratch mark on his lovely other wife’s buttocks.  My father screamed out, and started hitting his own chest, started screaming loudly, it’d thrilled my mother and I, not knowing what we should do.  I’d gone on up to check out the scratch, hey, it was, nothing more than a small, thin, short scratch, you wouldn’t even notice it, unless you used a flashlight to see it!  And yet, in dad’s eyes, it was, a serious, and deep abrasion on his love.  He’d soothed over her lovely other wife’s injuries, sighed out of desperation, “I had a heart of passion as I bought her, and yet, because of my carelessness this time, the temperature of my heart had, dropped to subzero.”

About a month later, my father finally, got over the grief.  And still, every single evening, he’s still gone to the garage, used a flashlight, to perform a head-to-toe body check for his other wife, and any small injuries doesn’t escape his eyes.  But thankful for the last time, and, in his looking after her constantly, his lovely second wife is still unharmed to this very day.

So, this, is how a man can get so attached to his car, and, had you men spent so much time on paying attention to your significant others (the misses???), then, there won’t BE any more failed marriages, but, they don’t call those cares your mistresses for nothing, do they???  Of course N-O-T!