Dec. 15, 2016 – West Bend, WI – Just too embarrassing… so I convinced myself I had to share.
There’s a super pet peeve that comes with winter and I still don’t know why it bothers me so much. Wait a minute, yes I do…. it’s because these snowy, dirty ice clumps collect behind my car tires and then normally choose to selectively fall off on my garage floor.
I can’t TELL you how much that just irks me.
So, the other day I went to check on my parents at Cedar Ridge. As I exited my car I saw the aggravating snow clump clutching tight to the area by the wheel well. A couple swift kicks and I conquered it.
Visit the parents, yahdah yahdah, get in the car, run an errand, dart into the grocery quick and then dash back to my car and sure enough – there’s another large clump of dirty snow ice right behind the tire. Are you serious? I didn’t even go that far.
So I make a beeline for it, kick it with my toe. This one chips off. It’s annoying. I blame the frigid temps and maybe some beet juice the city put on the road. I’m working on it, working on it…. telling myself I have better things to do and dang it’s cold, why does this bother me so much….yahdah, yahdah…
Then…. over my shoulder I notice this guy. He’s creepy. Kinda walking in my direction and looking at me.
I figure I’ve probably interviewed him before – even though I totally don’t recognize him.
He’s got the look that I get in Walmart. People look at me and smile. I figure they follow the Insider.
I honestly wish all that recognition happened a little less often… especially when I just want to get out of the store with my tampons and hair color.
I give the ice chunk a back kick with my heel. One last stab.
I look up and the guy is right there. Like right there. It’s a little startling.
“Hi there!” I said. He says “hi” back. Gruff. Direct.
“Can I help you with something,” I asked, really super friendly… even though he’s totally creeping me out.
“That’s my car,” he said dryly.
Note to self: black cars are very popular in the grocery parking lot.
Oh Judy, I hate those things too and I kick them off of the car everytime I see them. Your story was HILARIOUS!!!!!
Reminds me of the time when I was sleep deprived because of two small boys and a crazy work schedule. It was late winter, I had to put gas in my car (which, I hate doing). Anyway, I put it on the credit card outside by the pump, turned on the automatic handle and ran into the Pioneer Plaza. I think I was buying a lottery ticket with hope and dreams of winning big so that I could:
A. Quit my job
B. Hire a Nanny and
C. Pay someone to fill up my car
I got my ticket and ran out to my car to hang up the pump, put the gas cap on, and hop into the car. I think it was when I opened the door and realized that it wasn’t MY CAR!!!!!
God Lord….I quickly ran to MY car put the pump handle back, put the gas cap on and shot out of there!
I wonder what the people thought when they came out to their car and the pump was put back. Did I stop the pump before the car was filled? Did they pre-pay????
Many cars look alike with all that damn salt on them.
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Get a carwash. The rub Gulfwax sheets (used for canning) all over the inside of the wheel wells.Slush will be much less likely to accumulate there.
PAM will do in a pinch, but it’ll be more expensive, overall.
(Then) rub …
Too funny! Reminds me of when my daughter bought a car this summer. She and I had gone to the store. When we were done shopping and walking back out to the car, we both thought, “Why are there stickers on it!” At the same time, my daughter exclaimed, “What did they do to my car?!” We rush over and just as we come up to it we realize…not her car. Glad we noticed before we started pulling those stickers off.
very good story, very funny.