I worked a seven and a half hour shift yesterday at My Retail Job. When I got off at 5:30 I was anxious to get home. DH and I had plans to go out with some good friends of ours. I still had to exercise and get ready.
I got behind a car doing 25 mph. The speed limit was 30. I was annoyed. Because my elliptical, shower, margarita and more importantly, our friends were waiting for me. I wasn’t tailgating because I don’t like tailgating. Tailgating will get you in the ass. Literally. But I was cursing up a storm. Damning the driver in front of me to hell.
Suddenly, and I don’t know how, a mailbox jumped out right in front of me. It was the darndest thing. Well, it didn’t jump out IN front of me, it kinda stuck itself out. And hit my side-view mirror. I don’t really know how that happened. All I thought was that DH is gonna kill me. I thought I could fix it and he would never notice. I wasn’t that lucky.
And the year before I did something like this to another mailbox:
I didn’t get the chance to take a pic of what I did…ahem…what the mailbox did to my rearview mirror before DH fixed it. But pretty much the mirror part was hanging out of the thingy thing. You know, the housing mechanism? Whatever you call it. You get my point.
When I got home, I ran to The Kid to tell her but I couldn’t stop laughing. Her response? “What did you do, mom?” Just like the flagpole, I really didn’t find it funny funny. But I found myself standing there trying not to pee my pants.
My conversation with The Kid after I showed her the damage:
The Kid: Maybe dad won’t notice.
Me: (wave of relief) You think?
The Kid: NO! What is wrong with you?
As for DH’s response. He was not surprised. He asked me if I was sure it was a mailbox. Well, yes. I think it was. When I looked in my rearview mirror to see what the hell that was, I saw a mailbox kinda waving a little. But it was fine. Still standing. No real damage.
Besides the mailbox, I think I got hit with a good dose of Karma. Because of the obscenities I was screaming at the driver in front of me going so slow. I spent the rest of my drive apologizing to him and God. I think I learned my lesson. I just hope no slow poke gets in front of me today. I really hate that.