Easter at Farm Bloomington: A Cautionary Tesla Tale

Julie Bolejack

21 Apr 2025 — 1 min read

Ah, Easter. A sacred day of brunches, blessings, and—as it turns out—bumping a Tesla with the subtle grace of a distracted valet goat. Yes, we may have “kissed” the rear end of a white Tesla Model 3 while maneuvering into a questionably tight parking spot on a hill outside Farm Bloomington for our Easter reservation. Was it an accident? Absolutely. Was it also hilarious, mildly tragic, and deeply ironic? You bet your Elon-loving ass it was.

In our defense, our car was stuck in neutral and we were distracted the amazing food and drinks were calling, and no one expects a plugged-in spaceship to be loitering in a basic Midwestern parking spot like it’s above all this. My husband, bless his conscience, feels terrible. Me? I’m laughing in between sips of my “Lost Boys” tequila and mezcal inspired drink, whispering to the bartender, “I think we dented the future.” Meanwhile, our bumper now knows what it feels like to offend both karma and the Tesla owner with the custom license plate “PLUGM3N”—which, if that’s not a dare, I don’t know what is.

So here’s to Easter: resurrection, forgiveness, and maybe a light insurance claim.

Julie Bolejack, MBA

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