Green Light

One day the little green light on the dashboard of my little blue VW bug lit up. I didn't know what it meant so I drove out to my mechanic who lived in the woods in rural North Carolina. He didn't know what the green light meant either but he asked me to wait. It was late summer 1982 and it was a hot, humid 90 degrees.

When everyone had gone away he cornered me and slipped his hand up my shorts. I started to shiver. My teeth chattered. I turned blue. I was scared to death, and I guess he was too. So he drove me home. Later, I found out the green light was the rear defrost indicator.