My Birthday Present
A few months ago I had occasion to visit one of my neighborhood car-parts stores. I got the part that it turned out that I didn't really need, but my visit was perked up by seeing a display of "Hello Kitty" steering-wheel covers.
Imagine! Such an unlikely item as a steering-wheel cover with "Hello Kitty" themed imagery. What could that be about?
For reasons that totally escape me I was fascinated. At the oddest times after that I might giggle unexpectedly and shake my head, thinking "A Hello Kitty steering-wheel cover!" You'll note that I'm unusually inarticulate in explaining this peculiar phenomenon, but some things simply must remain a mystery.
Time passed and I started to develop a yearning for this Hello Kitty steering-wheel cover. Why? Why! I could think of no reason but I was in the grip of this inexplicable but undeniable compulsion.
Today, as it happens, is my birthday. Yesterday, as I finished lunch, I chanced to glance out the window of the Taco Bell and note the nearby car-parts store, recalling that it was the same chain as the one where I had originally seen the HKSWC. Thoughts collided. Eureka! What a perfect birthday present this would be! What a perfect excuse for the inexcusable!
I was lucky, if you want to call it that. It took several minutes of scrutinizing shelves and displays but I finally found the sole remaining HKSWC in the store. (By the way, I should be precise: this is not just any Hello Kitty Steering-Wheel Cover but a Hello Kitty Sweetheart Steering-Wheel Cover.)
I snatched it up and bought it and installed it immediately. Such improved comfort and control over my steering, not to mention the delicate touch of pink and lavender that it brings to the otherwise drab black and gray interior of my car. Perhaps its contemplation will lead me to some insight into the Hello Kitty phenomenon and an understanding of the Japanese mind. Or, perhaps not.

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on Friday, 1 May 2009 at 14.30
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Hee hee, I love it — too bad I don't have one of these lovelies myself! ;)
And, Happy Birthday! It's a perfect time to treat yourself.