Sit and Spinner

Last week, my wife and I drove to the not-so-nearby VW dealership for scheduled turn’n’cough car service. I was leading in my car and she was following me in hers. As I turned left onto the road, about 30 feet from the entrance to the dealership lot, I caught a view of something large and shiny disappearing under the front of my car. ::KRUNCH, scraaaaaaaaape::

Crap.

I pulled into the tiny parking dot (it’s a parking lot in a conceptual, rather than literal, sense) and promptly hopped out of my car, convinced I had slashed my tire(s) horribly and was driving on one or more of my rims. Nope. Whatever I hit chewed up a plastic covering on the underside of my engine, which was then dragging on the ground. It seemed largely cosmetic, so I took a deep breath and cursed a few times on my way into the dealership. Arguably, I did screw up my car at the most convenient moment possible.

Alisa, being the enterprising and wonderful woman that she is, ran out onto the street as I waited at the counter in the service office, and came running up to the lobby holding this:

That’s right, I ran over some faux-bling fool’s cheap spinner.

And now it’s mine. Ha ha, moron! If you’re going to blow $29.99 on snowflake-shaped spinners for your Corolla, at least learn to install them properly. You lose!

So now the obvious question is: what do I do with it? I’m pretty sure we’ll hang it up somewhere funny but I’m open to suggestions.*

*And no, it won’t fit on either of our cars’ wheels.