The road is becoming more bizarre all the time. Sure there are the prima donnas who apply makeup behind the wheel, the cell phone addicts who stare out the windshield with their eyes slanted vertically because they’re sandwiching the thing between their shoulder and ear, and the Indy 500 wannabes who just have to get one car length ahead (until they get to the next “one car” up ahead). Sometimes, though, people earn undue attention by the accessories they put on their vehicles.
I don’t get the meaning behind those. . . .putting this in somewhat medically proper terms (hide the kids’ eyes). . . .trailer hitch testicles. Maybe you’ve seen them: plastic reproductions of dangling male gonads in natural, blue or red (I don’t even want to entertain the question why somebody opted for red as a color choice) that some folks sling under the doohicky knob that hooks up the camper. It’s a head-scratcher to me, and even more so when I get the chance to see the driver.
If it’s a woman, I wonder if the setup is a reference to some guy who done her wrong. If a man, I’m not as sure what gives with slinging yarbles from the back bumper; do modern humans like to display body parts in this manner? Is the driver claiming he has testicular fortitude? Even stranger, is he saying he has no need for ’em ’cause he’s got his SUV and a full QWERTY keyboard and, by gosh, that’s manly enough for him?
Maybe it’s just a trailer hitch tool disguised as man-oysters. I don’t know. What I do wonder is how some poor church-going mother would explain the setup to her little daughter while waiting for the light to change. “Oh dear, I guess he had a piece of plastic melt all over his trailer hitch, honey.” Maybe a funeral pyre is just the thing needed for this accessory from “Carz R Us.”
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