I decided to do my part to aid the ailing economy today. I was chauffeuring my mom to church this morning – happy in my own little world – when I heard her say, “Are you going to stop?!” This, of course, brought me back down to reality. But instead of breaking, like a rational human being, I panicked and gunned it. Right through a fence.
Really, if you think about it, it was rather impressive the efficiency with which I accomplished it all. In a matter of seconds I managed to fly through the air, over a barrier, through a wooden fence, reverse, pull back into the parking spot, shut off my car, and start crying.
Of course, I had to explain my plight to my friends. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Who drives their car through a fence? Besides, you know, really old people.
Kristi: Don’t feel bad, I’m sure a lot of people drive through fences – Francine, you’ve driven through a fence before, right?
Mom: We’ll take that as a no.
Kristi: Well, it wasn’t your fault, there should be barriers of some sort.
Mom: There is.
Jen: She ran over the barrier.
Kristi: You did?
Me: Flew right over the top.
So now a family gets a new portion of fence; a friend will earn some business; the church will get some free writing; and some point down the road the auto body shop will have a new customer (they make cars so cheap nowadays – I mean really, you can’t even even drive through an old rickety fence?! C’MON!). It’s a win-win really.
But here’s the thing that gets me. Just this morning I was perusing the paper when I caught sight of a headline regarding a car being driven into a storefront. I didn’t even read the article; I just thought, “What an idiot!” Yeah, well who’s the idiot now, my friend? Who’s the idiot now …