I can’t remember why I was driving my brother’s Jimmy but I was using it when I backed into an I-beam column that held up a large canopy. I never saw the beam in the rear view mirror and was surprised when I slammed in to it. It took me a few seconds to understand what I did and in the confusion I hadn’t felt my wig fly off.
When I realized what had happened, I ducked down below the window in an effort to hide while groping for my hair on the floor of the truck. Before I could get out of the vehicle, I had to put the wig back on. It was within reach, thank goodness, so I slipped it on crookedly while lying on the seat, and then re-adjusted it sitting up. I looked around for witnesses but no one had paid the truck or me any attention.
I was grateful no one saw this episode, especially the part about me without hair. I was more concerned about being seen in that circumstance than the condition of the bumper or the column. That was a very awkward moment and I was somehow saved from extreme embarrassment but the Jimmy’s bumper didn’t fair out as well.
The column received a little ding but the Jimmy’s bumper was nearly cut in half. Weeks later, I paid for another bumper and helped install it with my brother. It was the least I could do.
Toupee tape wouldn’t have helped the bumper but it would have kept me from losing my wig. I laugh at this memory now and it’s an amusing story to tell at parties. It wasn’t funny at the time, but looking back, all I can do is laugh!