THE FROZEN SILVER LINING!


so last night i was on my way home from a friends house. we had stayed up WAY past my bedtime talking and when the clock finally ticked 1 something in the morning... i decided it was time to brave the cold and get myself home!

so i race out to my car, fling it open, turn it on, scrape as much ice stuff off the windows as i possibly can, get in the car and... shut the door... umm... i said... shut the door... no, mr door... you didn't hear me right... i said i SHUT THE DOOR.

okay fine... we've played this stupid little game before; where you get too cold to cooperate and you won't shut. and i know that all i have to do is shut you really quickly and lock it... lock it... no... i said i just need to lock it and then.... grrr... why won't you lock either????

at this point i was so TIRED... FREEZING and ORNERY. i wanted my warm, cozy bed.

so, i said a quick prayer in my heart... tugged my seat belt even more securely across my chest... and pulled at the door handle with all of my might. put the car into drive and we're on our way.

i couldn't help but laugh (it's better than crying) at the fact that i was driving 15 miles per hour down route 2, holding on to dear life to a door that could fling open at any given point, my back passenger side shocks or struts or something are trying to win a revolution with their cannons AND the latest and greatest feature of my "dirty old man..." the BRAKE LIGHT comes on every once in a while... just for kicks. and the fact that the most recent "brake job" done on my car was a "do-it-myself-with-the-help-of-a-friend-job," doesn't ease the anxiety i feel whenever it decides to "light up the night" with its red glow.

i have a friend that keeps telling me that i "should run my car into the ground before getting a new one." umm... does this count? have i officially run it? will you finally back me up???

anyway... i am grateful for the 2 other cars on the road... because well, there were only two. and i finally drove the last stretch of turf down my street, with my hand aching to let go of the door handle and my nerves shot from the cannon blasts, i luckily found parking fairly close to my house. i squeezed into the spot that was left, got out of my car and had resigned myself to just leaving the blasted door half-way shut, went to give it a perfectly good slam and...

shut. it shut. perfectly. without hesitation or force. figures.

but the frozen silver lining of this whole story? most cars had been frozen into the ground that night... the snow melted, had become rain and water, then it froze again and every car on my street but mine had been frozen solid and stationary.

watch me smile as i drive off without incident... i deserve it!