Rainman strikes again. So, here I thought that I was doing well working while enduring "the mono" as I now call it. Yup, I have "the mono". I really, truly thought I was ok. I was FINE. Sure, there were several nights last week that I did not eat dinner, because that would have required work. I barely got up the two flights of stairs and got my clothes off and crawled into bed. BESIDES the not eating (which let's face it, I could stand to miss a meal or two), I thought I was doing OK. Or, so I thought...
On my lunch hour I went to Borders to find a book. The 2nd in a trilogy. Only to be told that the 1st and 3rd books were in print, but the 2nd one was not. This seemed to me a very cruel joke. I've read 1 and 3 and really wanted to know what happened in the between bits. So I was frustrated. Then! I saw a book that caught my eye the last time I had been in "You Suck! A love story." Of COURSE I had to buy it. Hello. A sarcastic vampire story. HAD to have it. So I gloated over my purchase and since I was too tired to masticate, I decided to just get a soda. McD's. They have the best Coke.
Setting it all up now....
Go through the drive-thru. I have my handy-dandy soda. I see a prime parking spot. I park. Take off seat-belt (safety first!). Adjust my seat. Put the straw in the drink. Take a sip. Settle in and begin to read. It's GOOD. I am enjoying it very much. That is, until I heard insistent honking. I looked up. I was, after all, at a busy intersection. Didn't see anything...and back to the book. Laughing. Nodding. Enjoying the book. AGAIN! The honking. I look up and see the guy in a van next to me honking and moitioning me to get out of the way. I literally give him the "what the hell!" look, and the shrug and go back to my book. Ah, such a good book. Funny book. Great, great book. My reverie is broken by the honking. I mean, he is going to town on that horn. I look up, scornfully. He's doing the motion thing again. I then, take a moment to take in my surroundings. That's when I notice it. I'm not technically in the parking space. I am, technically in the middle of the drive. Apparently, I was so tired that I just saw the parking space and just turned off my engine right then and there. So now, I am flustered. FLUSTERED. I am all trying to shove the book away and move my seat back up while trying to start my car. OH MY GOD! MY CAR WILL NOT START! Great, I am humilated and my car will not start. I go into full rainman panic mode. Laughing inanely, because I know I look like an idiot. Chattering to myself. Start the car. Why won't the car start. Start the car. Looking up and around noticing there are LOTS of cars waiting for me to get out of the way! WHY WON'T THE BLOODY CAR START! Breathe. In. Out. I guess the oxgyen cleared my head, because that's when I noticed the car was NOT in park. It was in drive. So I quickly, with my cat-like reflexes slam the car into park. Start the car and lurch into the parking space. All the while, doing the sheepish hand wave, mea culpa shrug. Whew! I turn off my car. SON OF A MOTHERLESS GOAT! The car is rolling backwards. Using my big brain, I notice that yet again, it was not in park. I slam my foot on the brake and then I slam my car into drive. Crisis averted. I laughed and cried and then I went back to my book.
I would like to say nothing was injured, except my pride.
There you are kittens, another misadventure of Miss Magnificent.
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