I wrote recently that I suffered from what I call Autoagnosia. I can’t tell one car from another.
This drives my husband crazy, as he feels that cars are the ultimate gift from heaven. And I am just completely ungrateful – an insult really to the auto gods.
So I’ve been trying really hard to recognize all the different makes and models.
You know how they tell you to use fun associations to help you remember names? Yeah? Well, that doesn’t work. I never remember anyone’s name.
But I do recognize faces. (I can’t always attach a name, but at least I know that I know them. “Hi!” I say. How ARE you?” And I hope they don’t realize that I will never be able to tell my husband who I ran into.)
But- undaunted – I started looking at car faces, in the hopes that I can tell my husband who I ran into. But not literally, of course.
And it works. Cars have faces that I am starting to recognize.
See how many cars I can name now! No more Autoagnosia.
And when my husband asks me what kind of car a friend drives, I can say.
“Oh, He drives the Slightly Stressed-Out.”
Except of course at night –
When I can say,
“Exactly like ours!”