An Inevitable Update

Do you remember the day that I disclosed my curse unto my readers? The fact that I am despised among those of hubcap descent? It is true, fellow internet surfers: I am cursed.

(Original story here)

When I presented my husband with the new-new-new-hubcap that tried (and failed) to escape down a conveniently-placed gutter, he said, “Okay, I’ll go put it back on.”

“You can’t just put it back on; it will fall right off and then we’re out another $30 and looking ghetto again.”

“Yeah, I can just snap it back on.”

“Not uh, the little snaps are broken. Those are what hold it on.”

Insert man-talk about how objects really function, which is not the way that women think that they function.

“Okay, whatever you say.” (Knowing that I will be proven right about the hubcap - I have enough experience to anticipate the outcome, don’t you think!?)

…

Some while later, Husband forced me to drive into the desert to go shooting. (Of course, the Mazda 3 is an off-road vehicle, didn’t you know?) Lo and behold, when I left the shooting spectacle to pee behind the car, I noticed that the dang hubcap was missing.

I was filled with validation, as well as a certain feeling of, “Dang it. Now we’re ghetto again.” Lucky for us, we found the hubcap on the side of the dirt road. We picked it up and tossed it in the back seat.

...

Now the question remains: Should we glue it on with some silicone gunk, rock the missing hubcap for life, buy a new hubcap, or buy aluminum wheels with the money that we don’t have?

I’m all ears. Let me know how you keep your hubcaps in place.
(And no, I don’t hit curbs all the time! Seriously.)