Misreading the signs

There are signs that our van is getting old.  Really old.  The paint is peeling off the outside.  The upholstery is peeling off the inside.  In a crate next to the driver’s seat, I carry essential supplies - motor oil, water for the radiator, and my cassette tapes from college.  Ok, so the cassette tapes aren’t essential, but I think it’s significant that the van is the only place where I can listen to them anymore.  When the little electronic key fob thingy disintegrated, I said to my husband, “Ok, I have read the signs, and the signs say it’s time for a new car.”  He thought about it for a minute, and then said, “Nope, it’s time for a new key fob.”

Postscript:  Shortly after I wrote this, the van’s radiator exploded.  Now that’s a sign!