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Sat, May 21, 2022
Steve came by this afternoon with a bottle of Meguiar’s ScratchX 2.0 Fine Scratch and Blemish Remover, The “Must Have” Product for Isolated Paint Problems, Totally Safe on All Paint Finishes, Restores Brilliant, Clear Finishes, CLEAR COAT SAFE! and supervised me on buffing out some paint scuffs, white-on-deep-sparkly-blue, on the driver’s side front fender of the RAV4. I believe those scuffs, in a triangle just behind the headlight, ten inches across the triangle’s top and descending twelve inches directly toward the garage floor, amounted to the only imperfection anywhere on the exterior of the vehicle, and now the scuffs are gone, hooray! I should probably say “Knock on wood” in the same breath that I say “Hooray!” but knocking on wood is literally how I got the white paint on the pretty blue plastic fender, I do believe, so let’s just say, “Hooray!”
I am not absolutely positive, as I did not actually notice the damage in the moment that it occurred, but I probably, when the car was only a few days old, must have brushed that fender against the white wood trim of the jamb of the garage opening as I backed into the south stall adjacent to Carol’s and my mudroom.
Soon as I did see the scuffs, I reported them to Steve and sought his advice, because I knew his and Ginny’s vehicles are always spotlessly tip-top show-worthy, and Steve has an entire long shelf of car-care products in his own garage, but it so happened that he could not find the one he would recommend, and, for some reason, he could not remember the name Meguiar’s ScratchX 2.0 Fine Scratch and Blemish Remover, The “Must Have” Product for Isolated Paint Problems, Totally Safe on All Paint Finishes, Restores Brilliant, Clear Finishes, CLEAR COAT SAFE! so that he could direct me to go purchase a bottle of it on my own.
That was fourteen months and about five thousand miles ago, my finding the scuffs of white paint on the blue, and then embarking upon my customary process of procrastination. But it’s over. The car is fixed, thanks to Steve, and I can now enjoy once more the exhilarating terror typical of new-car ownership, of anticipating the arrival of the almost inevitable, very first scratch on an immaculately perfect automobile.
Am I joking? Knock on wood.
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