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Dude Where’s My . . . Van?

I was meeting my better half (Haha, not my legs, you silly! My wife!) at McDonald’s (for the ambience) when THIS happened. Yes, that is my van up on the hoist. I always feel sorry for vehicles being towed. It must be so humiliating for them especially when the other cars see them.


Car sentimentality aside,  my van key had unexpectedly refused to turn in the ignition. I rocketed through the five psychological stages of such an occurrence: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Finally, my van being tugged offstage like a decrepit vaudevillian past his prime.

My van was rushed into the ER for, what turned out to be,  a 5-hour surgery (@$150/hr for you math and/or schadenfreude aficionados). New keys, new tumblers, new spleen! Then I just handed over my wallet. As the nice lady shook my wallet over the cash register drawer, I emitted the low groan of the newly impoverished.

My van is no spring chicken, so I guess I should expect things to fail or drop off. Wow, they’re just like us! As the old Dangerfield line goes: I’ve got the perfect second vehicle. A tow truck.


I am a Sansei, with two teens, and a hamster. This blog is a repository for ideas and observations, expressed in cartoon form, by and large. A bit of a journal too. Feel free to follow me on INSTAGRAM @ WILTOONS, (the Twitter for people who like to go out) where I post a journal comic. Thanks for dropping by! The pic is of me and my boy Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. (not really a fan but he wanted his pic with me) © Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons, 2009 to 2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. So there.

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