Last Day at 600 Lex aka Mr. Suits

The last day of things make me sad, even things I don’t like or feel nothing much for. I blame my mother. It started with Mr. Suits, that ugly old tan two door my father drove in the early 80’s. I don’t even know what kind of car it was. All I know was it was small, stinky, didn’t have an air conditioner, and only had AM radio.  The worst part about Mr. Suits, what earned him his moniker on our last ride together, was his tan and green plaid seats.

The whole family piled into Mr. Suits so we could drive down to the dealership and trade him in for our new fancy black four door, which not only had ac, FM radio and electric windows and doors, it also had a tape player! My mother hated Mr. Suits more than any of us. She couldn’t wait to upgrade to our new car which she had already lovingly named “Black Beauty,” she was always naming inanimate objects and giving them back stories.  

So there we were driving in our old wreck of a car for the last time excitedly anticipating our first ride in our classy new mobile when my mother says, “I am going to miss Mr. Suits.”

Who’s Mr. Suits someone must have asked. I don’t remember the exact dialogue, hell it was over 30 years ago, but what I remember clearly was the change in my mood. I went from pure joy and excitement to feeling sorry for a car we all hated.  
Good Bye 600 Lexington Ave!