Maybe it only happens in my house. TGS kindly bought me the
minivan of my dreams. He drives our crap vehicle. The one that you need two feet to drive, even though it is not standard shift. And the windows only work some of the time. I appreciate his sacrifice for my
princess like comfort. But apparently, an inspection goes on that I don't know about. As he comes in the house he "notices" our van. He is checking for damage. Every day.
The other day he walks in to the kitchen where I am
happily dancing the jiggler around.
Big smiles.
He says "There is a ding in the van"
No response from me, still smiling, less dancy, trying to pretend like I am listening.
He tries again "There is a ding in the front hood"
Me ~"Maybe is is from the storm the other night? A tree branch or something"
Him ~"No"
How the hell does he know it wasn't a tree branch? Coulda been.
What is he Columbo of the dings?
Him~ "Looks like a rock"
Here he throws in a pregnant pause.
Full of accusation.
Me~"Huh, you think the storm kicked up a rock?"
Silence from TGS. Then, the grilling stare. Like I am in an interview room down in the precinct. He adds the
always pleasant eyebrow arch.
Isn't that sumthin? Does he think that I would not notice a rock banging on the hood of the van while I was driving?
Need I mention that he has been driving the van both times we had damage to my princess mobile? Blew out the back window backing into a ladder and was at the helm when a actual rock hit the actual van and exploded out the back window?
No, I won't mention that.
Granted, the woman in my family have a crappy car history. Locking keys in running vehicles. Arriving to a lunch date in two cars leaving in one and forgetting about the second car. Until the next day.
But my sister has the worst stories of all. I was a passenger for one story. She was driving her spiffy Ford Feastiva. In the middle of the road, there was about a three foot high pile of manure that must have fallen off a farm truck, hay sticking out of it. Sis is doing about 55 miles per hour headed straight for it.
Me (
all calm) ~ "What ya gonna do about that pile?"
her (
all calm) ~"I am going to put it between the tires"
Holy Crapamoly! Ever see a Feastiva? I have worn Maxi pads bigger than that car. I was sure we were about to launch Duke's of Hazards style over this giant pile of ####. I had to watch though. Couldn't believe my eyes. Like seeing a snake try and eat an elephant.
Boom, we hit. God Bless that little car, it didn't go airborne. But the grinding noise of the grill eating that mound was alarming. Thudding and smooshing over it, my sister refused to let up on the gas. It was fun seeing my Dad's face when we pulled in the driveway. Her car always smelled like poop after that.
Needless to say it wasn't me. The ding. I blame him.