Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Apparently, I'm not great at backing up cars. Actually, what I should say is, I'm not great at looking before backing up cars. A while back, Shawn was shoveling the driveway and told me to park on the street until he was finished. He didn't say pull ahead, he said back up. So, I backed up. I backed right into the only car parked on Ruggles Street. On the bright side, I got to meet our newest neighbors friend, the owner of the car I hit. Her car didn't fair so well but mine only suffered a quarter-sized dent which for now, doesn't look too shabby. The whole incident ended up costing the price of 2 beers, both for me.

Not too long after that, I was backing out of the garage after another good snow. Without looking, but knowing in the back of my mind that it's not a straight shot out of our garage down the driveway because it curves, I plowed out. I plowed myself right up the left bank of our driveway. I got myself stuck, on the side, of my own driveway. To make matters worse, I had to drag my faithful neighbor out to help me push. The kicker… we didn't even have to push. Sara, the said neighbor, proceeded to walk up to my car, took a quick look, sized up the situation and said, "Well, first thing we need to do is get a shovel." A shovel! For crying out loud it didn't even occur to me to get a fricking shovel! A few minutes later we had shoveled around the sunken tire, Sara got in the car… and backed right out. Eye-yi-yi. I'm an idiot. Someone make me a sign.

1 comment:

  1. Oh my gosh are you okay? I hope so, because your sign is in the mail. LOL



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