Gluing our Car Together

Yes, it is true.

Mexico was made for very small cars -- VW bugs and the like. Keith was backing out of one such small area, and the passenger side mirror got caught on a rivet, on a door that was close to the car, and the plastic, protective covering of the mirror snapped off. Mind you, this mirror has been knocked "closed" numerous times when driving down skinny streets and striking another mirror of a parked car on the side of a road. Not for the faint of heart... or the shiny cars.

We are here for another six months -- and plan to sell the car either before we leave, or near Laredo upon our return to the US. We can't see replacing the cover of the mirror at this point. It's really just the cover, right? So we decide to superglue it back together. This really is a great idea, and we already have the glue.

So Keith and I are laughing hysterically as we are actually gluing our car back together. Who would have ever thought?

Then I realize I am actually glued TO THE CAR.

We are both horrified as my thumb is stuck to the mirror. I spend 5 minutes poking, prodding, twisting, and angling to see how far I can move the skin. Still stuck. Definitely stuck. Keith grabs the glue package and tries to read the emergency instructions in Spanish. I understand the acetone, and try to give my worried husband instructions how to find my nail polish remover among a variety of women's cosmetics. He disappears for 5 minutes. A passerby nods hello to me as I try to look as natural as possible. A neighborhood dog comes by looking for a pat on the head. He looks at me strange and then sits down. I swear, he'd break out laughing if he could.

Keith returns, no nail polish remover. I describe the bottle, trying to use my hands to show the shape. I have to bring my free hand down to the mirror, and Keith busts out laughing. I'd punch him in the arm, but I can't reach him.

He returns with the thumb-saving liquid, and after a few tries, I AM FREE!!!!