My Genius Better Half was a little embarrassed that I shared the Gate mishap on my blog. He suggested I share my fender-bender story, and I needed something to write about today anyway!
When I was pregnant with Doodle (she’s 8 years old now so this was almost 9 years ago), Duck and I worked together at a local hospital supporting computers. We were down to one car — or Duck’s truck in this instance — because I had a 2-door sports car that would’ve been impossible to get a car seat in! We would park in this parking deck and Duck would always look for a parking space next to one of those big concrete columns. We would go up higher levels passing perfectly good parking spaces just to get one next to a column. His reasoning is that no one would be able to dent the door getting in or out of their car if he was parked next to a column — at least not on one side.
Doodle was born and I went back to work after 6 weeks. The only catch was we still only had one vehicle. We would take Doodle to the sitter’s in the morning then head to work. Duck needed to work until at least 5 pm, but I needed to leave work at 3:30 to pick Doodle up by 4:00 (her sitter’s quitting time). So I would leave work, pick up Doodle, and later we’d come back and pick up Duck when he was ready to come home.
This particular afternoon I climbed into the truck (the concrete column on the driver’s side of the truck). I remember snickering to myself looking at the door — thinking, well, no one’s dented the door! I buckled up and turned looking behind me to back up. It wasn’t until I felt the big jolt and realized I’d hit that concrete column (it jumped out at me — I swear!). I stopped and pulled forward again — remembering that would be the safest thing to do — vs. continuing to back up and take the front of the truck off. I got out to examine the damage. I great big dent right above the front wheel. I felt absolutely horrible and rather stupid. I mean seriously, how could I not just back up out of a parking space?
Anyway, I climb back in the truck and call Duck. Um…There’s been an incident. The good news is no one’s dented your door — bad news is there’s a big ol’ dent is in your fender!
Almost 9 years later and guess what? The dent’s still there. Yep, we never had it fixed. Duck says it adds character to the truck and reminds us of the story. So there you have it. Just one of many embarrassing stories for me.
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