Sometime between the last time I used my snow brush in my car and today, it seems to have transformed from a lovely blue and black sturdy plastic snow brush/scraper into one of the flimsy wooden-handled ones, with a very used looking, wimpy brush. I could have sworn that last time I was in my car the blue and black one was in there. In fact, I could have sworn that the blue and black one was in there when Joe and I took it to the dealership. That's the part that confuses me most - I could see someone borrowing my car and needing somehow to replace my snow brush, I suppose, but it seems odd to me that it would morph during its visit to the dealership and body shop. Sad.
Still, such are the mysteries of life...
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