car alignment

We always go everywhere in BH's car. My car is smallish and BH is, well, he requires more room than my car allows.

I got my car registration in the mail with a little notice that said I needed to smog my car.

Honestly!

The registration, in the boldest letters imaginable said

SMOG CERTIFICATION REQUIRED
PLEASE TAKE THIS NOTICE TO A SMOG CHECK STATION

It couldn't have been any clearer.

I didn't notice.

So we, as in he and I, head off, in my car, with him driving, to find a smog station.

We do, we did, we're done.

BH: Did you know that your gas flap doesn't open?
Me: Yes.
BH: How long's it been that way?
Me: Last fill up.
BH: Why didn't you say anything?
Me: I did!
BH: No, you didn't.
Me: I certainly did! I came home and told you I broke 2 nails trying to get it open!
BH: I remember that, did you say that the flap was broken?
Me: Uhhhh, maybe not. But I thought I did.
BH: Do you feel that?
Me: What?
BH: It's pulling to one side, you're car way out of alignment. Did you hit something on that side?
Me: Yes!
BH: (Insert Scooby doo huuuh sound here) You did???
Me: Yes.
BH: Did you hit it hard?
Me: Yes.
BH: How hard?
Me: Very very hard. Not once but twice
BH: (the confused look on his face is truly adorable) Are you gonna tell me what you hit?
Me: A hole. It's just a hole as your turning right towards the freeway. I didn't see it the first time, or the second time, in fact you really can't see it, but now, now, I know it's there and won't hit it again. I promise.
BH: Why didn't you tell me your car was out of alignment?
Me: I didn't notice.
BH: YOU DIDN'T NOTICE? See that, see how the car veers sharply into the right lane when I take my hands off the wheel?
Me: YES YES YES! (holy cow he's trying to kill me)
BH: How could you not notice?
Me: Because 'I' keep my hands on the wheel when I drive.

geesh! I'm not letting him drive my car again.