
Last week, I was driving in a local parking lot.
I was being cautious, because there was a
lot of foot traffic coming and going to the store.
Then an opening from the foot traffic. Then there
is another car coming towards the same lane I
am turning into. I wave her on, as I am in no
big hurry. Then I followed her, .............then
stupidity took over. As I heard a crunch. A
BAD crunch. My door. I continued..because
I figured it would take out my mirror if I backed
up. Stupid is as stupid did... I got out after I
cleared the pole I just sideswiped my car with.
It is one of those poles that protects the fire
hydrant. I looked around after the sickness
set in, at the sight of my car. Several people
saw me do it. Probably thought I was drunk.
But I was cold sober.
I went to the King's job and told him, (I figured he
would yell less if there were witness...lol) but he
brought me roses after work, as he knew how bad I felt.
I beat my self up over a week...still am, somewhat.
The King took me over 3 days later, (I had not
returned to the scene of the crime) as I explain
where I was, what I was doing. The face saving
part was, he said..... I wouldn't have done that,
but I can understand how you did. I felt half better.
So today, the car went into the shop, and I should
have it back in a week. Costing me almost as much
as I paid for the car. But it has sentimental feelings,
as it belong to my aunt. I had bought it from her
estate. And it goes in to the garage for the winter,
when it gets home.
Stupid is, as Stupid does....
I was being cautious, because there was a
lot of foot traffic coming and going to the store.
Then an opening from the foot traffic. Then there
is another car coming towards the same lane I
am turning into. I wave her on, as I am in no
big hurry. Then I followed her, .............then
stupidity took over. As I heard a crunch. A
BAD crunch. My door. I continued..because
I figured it would take out my mirror if I backed
up. Stupid is as stupid did... I got out after I
cleared the pole I just sideswiped my car with.
It is one of those poles that protects the fire
hydrant. I looked around after the sickness
set in, at the sight of my car. Several people
saw me do it. Probably thought I was drunk.
But I was cold sober.
I went to the King's job and told him, (I figured he
would yell less if there were witness...lol) but he
brought me roses after work, as he knew how bad I felt.
I beat my self up over a week...still am, somewhat.
The King took me over 3 days later, (I had not
returned to the scene of the crime) as I explain
where I was, what I was doing. The face saving
part was, he said..... I wouldn't have done that,
but I can understand how you did. I felt half better.
So today, the car went into the shop, and I should
have it back in a week. Costing me almost as much
as I paid for the car. But it has sentimental feelings,
as it belong to my aunt. I had bought it from her
estate. And it goes in to the garage for the winter,
when it gets home.
Stupid is, as Stupid does....
happy 43rd birthday ch
Oh quit beating yourself up! GIve the King a big hug for being so great about it and put your guilt in the garage for the winter along with the car! Lol!
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