The Maggot Car
January 19th 2009 21:00
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My sister drives a Renault. The interior smells due to the cleaning chemicals she uses. The smell is enough to make me sick.
This is a sore point with my sister. She’s very proud of her Cadbury chocolate-purple car and doesn’t like anyone criticising it.
Recently I’ve started calling it the Maggot Car. This came from the original Maggot Car which was my dad’s. When I was about four years old, my dad liked to drive me and my sister to the garbage dump. My sister and I looked forward to these trips – in fact, any car trip was exciting for us. What we didn’t get was why my dad always drove us in his dark blue Renault instead of the Jaguar he normally used for transport.
Then, one day, I worked it out for myself. My dad had put some garbage in the back of the Renault. I was sitting in the back and happened to look down on the floor and saw something white that was moving around. I thought it was a grain of rice that had come alive – back then, I had no idea what maggots were. I remember not liking the fact the rice grain was alive and the smell that was coming from the rotting garbage in the boot. I figured that my dad must have thought this was a crap car, worthy of only transporting garbage.
Years later, when I found out my sister was buying a Renault, I said to her, “Renaults are maggot cars!” This naturally didn’t go down very well but my memory of that lone maggot working its way along the floor of the car is too vivid to ever go away.
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