Today will be rather interesting. The vehicle is scheduled for an oil-change at the dealership on the East side of Asheville. But now there is one more thing for them to do: the driver side seat belt needs replacing. After early Mass in Graham county at Prince of Peace this past Sunday morning it was fine. But then, having returned to Andrews, starting from the Rectory to go over to Holy Redeemer, I couldn’t get the clip to latch into the receiver. I don’t like that one bit. After all, this particular seat belt assembly is only as old as mid-April 2016. This particular vehicle is rather infamous for its seat belt failures. It is rather misleading to say that the seat belts have a “lifetime” warranty if you don’t live very long because of the failures.
There weren’t always seat belt laws, and I was rather annoyed as a teenager when the law came in requiring them in cars and then again requiring them to be worn. This particular seat belt failure is an anomaly as it is usually the case that once you’re in this particular vehicle you can never get out, necessitating bringing a pocket knife with you to cut your way out.
I will be saying a particular prayer, perhaps more than once. As usual, I will ask my guardian angel about some extra help using the traditional request:
“Angel of God, my Guardian dear, to whom His love commits me here, ever this day be at my side to light, to guard, to rule, to guide.”
After all, I am otherwise so in the dark, unguarded, unruly and generally misguided. For those of you sharpening up your Latin skills:
Angele Dei, qui custos es mei, me tibi commissum pietate superna hodie illumina, custodi, rege et guberna. Amen.
Update: They’re giving me a temp replacement…