Last week was not my week.
We won’t get into the crux of it, but on Friday night I was so looking forward to the weekend when we’d have sunshine and lots of barn time! Plus, super awesome blog friend Tracy was coming to Austin for the weekend and we had fun plans to hang out. We did hang out, and it was super fun but I’m going to save the fun post for tomorrow and today share my stupidity with y’all.
First, on Friday night my husband and I were driving downtown to meet Tracy and her husband for dinner. Tim wasn’t feeling well, and spaced out to ever so lightly rear end someone. Seriously, there were just two tiny scratches on the woman’s car but even though he felt really bad I said it was just an innocent accident and nothing bad happened. Worst case scenario, we’ll send her some money to repair the scratches. Both of us have had clean driving records for years, so we chocked it up to one of those things.
Flash forward to the next day, and I’m in my car leaving to go pick up Tracy to see the oh so fabulous Simon pants. I’m running a few minutes late, and get in my car to go when I realize that the open door light is on. At first I shut the door nearest me while I’m still sitting, but the light remains on so I get out of my car to figure out what door needs to be shut. Yeah, too bad my car was still in reverse. My driveway has a steep slope, so it starts rolling back quickly.
I leap in the car to stop it yelling “No! Stop! Don’t!” because cars listen when you yell at them. Now I guess I over estimated my ninja abilities by about a thousand percent, because instead of stopping the car, I manage to get my leg underneath it and watch my foot being rolled over. Sitting in my driveway with two throbbing feet, I then watched my car roll backwards into a mail truck.
Luckily, the car stopped after the driver’s side door got bent completely backwards by the mail truck. The actual mail truck itself wasn’t damaged, and the mailman was basically the nicest person on earth. I was sitting in my driveway in shock and on the verge of a major melt down, and he comes up to me.
“You’re okay! That’s great! It’s going to be okay!”
I just sat there breathing looking at him.
“Look how okay you are!”
He was super friendly and understanding, so I appreciate that. Plus, minus my feet really hurting and a rather interesting car door, nothing bad happened.
Now that it’s all said and done, I have learned both not to leave your car in reverse and don’t try to get into a moving car. It was a pretty stupid and expensive mistake, but my foot isn’t broken (verified by x-ray even!) and my car will get fixed. It’ll be out in the shop for at least a week, so at this point the biggest inconvenience is figuring out how to get to the barn with one car in the family. That, and I have to shuffle around my budget to accommodate for the insurance deductible. Talking over the damage with the repair guy this morning, I’m quite grateful for car insurance.
The rest of Saturday afternoon I pretty much iced my foot and drank enough wine to try and forget that it happened. I still feel extremely stupid, but since no one has presented me with a “do over” button I guess I just have to deal with it.