I only park down in "the hole" as we like to call it once in a blue, blue moon. This weekend I parked down in the drive next to our house because little munchkins in our neighborhood like drawing nasty things on people's cars with soap and various other creamy substances.
So my little car was parked in the "the hole". The crappy part about being down there is that you really can't see the road. So you back up slowly, attempting to keep an eye on the road and the other cars and your mirrors and your mother's pretty picket FENCE.
I only have two eyes, and I started backing....slow, now...okay, almost there. Then a crunching and whizzing. Park.
My side mirror took off my mother's fence post cap and part of the post. I mean, I did.
The best part of this episode is that the cap flew across the road. That explains the whizzing.
All pieces were intact. My dad decided that he would fix it with some clear glue--he offered. He likes fixing things on his day off. In fact, he was outside fixing the car when all of this happened.
The nasty part came when I had to tell my mom, but she was surprisingly okay with it. She built the fence, but surprisingly enough she was understanding--thank God for morning drowsiness.Posted by Amanda Cochran at April 14, 2004 10:56 AM