So yesterday Lyndsay goes out to do her usual weekend run…except this time, she’s going to run in a nearby park, and not just our neighborhood. So she leaves, but in about 30 seconds, she comes back in the house and says, “Scott?….I just hit your car.” I figured it couldn’t be that bad–after all, we’re parked next to each other on the driveway. It’s not like she had time to get up to any kind of ramming speed. Well…she apparently did. She put a rather large dent in my driver door and knocked my sideview mirror halfway off.
So I stay pretty cool about it…though I start parking my car about 50 yards down the street just to be safe.
So later that afternoon she goes to get a haircut. I’m in the bathroom getting ready and I hear her get back. Garage door opens…I hear the car come in…WHAM!! Lyndsay just ran into the house. No permanent damage that I can see as of yet…but then again, she hasn’t moved her car back out to give me the opportunity to check.
So when we’re talking about it, I ask, “Lyndsay, why do you keep running in to non-moving objects?” Her response: “I think I need one of those tennis balls hanging from the ceiling to tell me when to stop.”
I’m pretty sure that if I hired an air traffic controller to guide her in and out of there…it wouldn’t make much of a difference.
…sigh…
Sunday, 13. April 2008
Sorry Scott……Is you middle name Job?????/ You must get her an eye appointment - maybe that would help….. Mac crashed into my car a couple of weeks after we married. So, I feel you pain….How bad is her car?????
Sunday, 13. April 2008
An eye appointment would probably be a good idea. This is the girl who completely failed her eye exam last time she got her license…and passed only by borrowing my glasses there at the DMV. …which was, in fact, the last time she actually wore any kind of corrective eyewear.
…hmmmm…maybe the two are related. I’ll ask her and see what she thinks…
Sunday, 13. April 2008
PS…HER car is fine. my car and our trash can…not so much…