My mom used to say, "You are the dumbest smart kid I know." Yep. That's me in a nutshell. I'm no genius, but I consider myself fairly intelligent. Then something like this happens.
I had a perfectly nice lunch break planned today. My boss asked me to run to Office Max on my way back. I did a little happy dance in my head when I realized I'd have time to drive through Starbucks and get a latte. There are few things in this world I love more than an afternoon latte. There are also few things in this world that work out the way I planned.
Let me preface this by telling you that my car is little more than a gerbil-powered roller skate. Seriously. Calling it a car is pretty generous.
Whatever you want to call it, the dumb thing died right in the middle of the street as I was backing out of the driveway at work. I had to call V and have him come push me out of the way since I was blocking a pre-school parking lot--"Heeyy! Don't mind me. I just like to hang out in my awesome car in the middle of the street. Jealous?"
It took three of us--one very nice preschool parent included--to get my car back into the driveway so I was out of the way. The whole time I was thinking, "Please please don't let this cost a lot to fix. We don't have extra money lying around right now."
Well, it only cost about $3.54 to fix. That's the going rate for a gallon of gas in Iowa these days...