I get home today at 4 PM sharp.
Pull into my carport driveway.
Decide, before walking upstairs, I’m going to review last night’s mix, make notes.
Decide, I’m going to leave the car running so the A/C can stay on.
My car’s manual transmission, but no big woop, I have my foot on the pedal.
Write the notes. This mix is close.
Decide, well, because of the Lakers game tonight, I’m probably not going to have time to whip up a revision, so I take my stereo out of the car.
Turn the car off.
Grab my bag, my lunch containers, my sweater (it’s hot in California but fricking cold at my work).
Get out of the car. Walk away, and round the corner.
BAM!!!!!!!!!
followed by beep beep…beep beep. beep. (I have one of those alarms that tells you when someone has broken into the car.)
“Ugh,” I quietly say. “I can only imagine.”
Come back to my carport, where I see my car up against the wall on the other side of the alley where my carport is.
Moral of the story?
No matter how anal you are about applying the emergency brake and putting it into gear,…. APPLY THE EMERGENCY BRAKE and PUT IT INTO GEAR.
Gardener from nearby, gets there first. He goes. “Oh no, it’s your bumper.”
Well, thank fricking god I had him to give the early report to cushion the blow just seconds before I fricking saw it myself!!
Quietly get back into my car. Turn it on. Drive my car back into the driveway. Turn the car off. Apply the emergency brake.
Go upstairs. Sit down for a second. I didn’t really know what to do. I always sweat the big things, but never the small things. Dog eats my iPod? I go crazy. I let my car coast into a fucking wall for no good reason at all? It literally makes me speechless, and quiet.
Go back downstairs. I take one look at the damage, roll my eyes, get into the car and drive 2 blocks to a local autobody. Get an estimate……
Wanna guess?
