What Remains...

I love washing my car by hand but due to weather conditions, stopped in November. Therefore, the Malibu has not been washed since then, and was sporting almost 4 months of road filth. I was getting annoyed and grossed out so I went through a drive-through car wash last week which really restored Mali back to glory. When I got home, I was admiring her cleanliness from all angles and was checking out her rear end. (Hmmm, that didn't sound so good...) On the bumper, unmistakably, was a large (6in x 4in) patch of paint from my garage – an embarrassing reminder of my garage door mishap from 2 weeks ago. My car was so dirty before that the beige paint on my black bumper was completely camouflaged when I checked for damage. The paint will come off the bumper fairly easily but I’m not sure if I’ve served my penance yet. I think I’m going to drive around awhile longer with the beige patch, a sort of scarlet letter for automotive stupidity.

I've noticed that in the aftermath of my reversing incident, I feel anxiety every time I have to put my car in reverse, especially while backing out of my garage.

Is it normal to be nervous while navigating around gas stations pumps?

Does anyone else expect their car to blow up when driving over the sparking ashes of the cigarette from the car in front of you?