What a Hick!

It is official, I am a hick. I tried to get away from it by moving to a metropolitan area, learning to give directions by street signs not by "that big tree". But there was one thing I had not anticipated, having to duct tape my car. The ultimate sign of a hick, using duct tape to hold your car together. It happened to me yesterday.
I was going to my sister-in-laws house to babysit for her. I pulled out of the drive way and I was driving down road when I hit it, my next door neighbor's mail box. Not head on, just with my passenger side mirror. It's nearly happened several times in the months that I have been here. I tend to drive too close to the edge of our road. Anyway, I stopped and got out to check out the damage. The mail box looked fine, nothing cracked or broken. But I went up to door and rang the door bell. (See Dad those lectures about admitting to things when they happen did stick in my head.) I told them who I was and what happened and I didn't see anything but if they noticed something let me know. Then I went back to my car to check it out. Yeah my car took the brunt of the damage.
My passenger side mirror was broken. The glass wasn't broken and the mirror until was still attached by the wires. The arm the holds the mirror to the car was intact. The mirror until just needed to be reattached to the arm. So I went and bought some black duct tape and put it back together. And it is holding just fine, but it makes be me officially a hick.