After posting the previous post as I sat on the floor of my living room, stretching after a glorious run and waiting for my oatmeal....I got ready for work.
After I was ready, I stepped out into the garage, got into my car, started the car...backed out of the garage....
My mind was traveling to a million places...tasks waiting for me at work, what to do with some particularly puzzling kids I've been seeing lately, some friends who are in the hospital for various reasons, the weekend ahead, things I needed to do at home, etc., etc...
I was brought back to reality...quickly...by the sound of cracking, scratching, breaking...
Turns out I had run my passenger-side side-view mirror into the side of the garage...and ripped it completely from my car.
Nice.
I hopped out of my car and hurriedly picked up the pieces. In the process, I got black grease alllll over my bright green shirt.
I hurried to work, made it just in time to see my 9am patient....greasy shirt and all.
UGH!
I dreaded telling Jeremy...I just felt SO STUPID.
We met up for lunch at Chipotle and I told him, as we were waiting in line.
UGH!!!
I know, I know...everyone makes mistakes. BUT, mistakes that cost lots of $$ really suck.
Here's hoping the rest of the weekend is all UP from there! So far, so good :).
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Okay, this may make you feel better:
My wife ran her car, into my car, while both cars were still in the garage. Don't even have me tell you about the garage door.
Upon seeing this, her eyes filled with tears, I said, "Trouble in paradise ?"
We got it repaired and I never mentioned it again.
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