On our way to dinner tonight at the Mad Cactus [date nights are for rockstars!!! Try them, they make marriage feel like fluffity-puffity marshmallows!], we witnessed a small “fender bender” at a stop light. One car slightly pushing another. You’ve seen it/experienced it before, I’m sure. Well, this initiated a story I felt compelled to share…
Not so long after we adopted Miles, I was driving him to school, and he “took one for the team”. I got out of the car, and the dude behind me proceeded to say, “I was sneezing and totally didn’t see you”. Well, dear sir, I understand sneezing. That’s a natural reaction to dust, dander and whatnot, but we’re on the road, you see…and I’m in a car…not hard to miss. I think. Well, we surveyed the damage, and there wasn’t any. All was good. And the story was sealed in the vault. Until today.
After I shared this experience, Mark felt obliged to return the favor and said that a day…a DAY PEOPLE…after we had bought our very first car together [our first…and last SUV, formerly known as “Exploiter”…may she rest in peace…fyi, do you know how to tell if a car is male or female? If it has two vanity mirrors, congrats, it’s a girl…if it has one or less, congrats, greet your new son! Thanks to meri sikora for this genius assessment, thus removing gender neutrality of all vehicles! Back to the story…], he too had one of these “encounters”.
Shared experiences make me smile. kumbaya…bring on the marshmallows!!!!