BLUE EGG ON MY FACE
I jumped out of the shower that morning, threw on my clothes and rushed to the grocery, not bothering to dry my hair or apply makeup. It’s early, no one will recognize me, I told myself. A few minutes into shopping, a voice over the PA system requested “the driver of a Blue Honda Fit, with a Purple Heart license # XXXX please come to customer service.”
Blue Honda Fit, Purple Heart License plate—pretty dang specific—and they described my car! Had someone hit it? What?
I left my basket and headed to the front. On the way, I decided there was no reason to go all the way to Customer Service, but to go straight to my car. That’s where the problem existed.
As I approached, I saw two men standing at the rear of my car. “Is there a problem?” I asked. The first man said, “No, I don’t have a problem, but this guy can’t get out,” pointing to the second man.
“What’s the prob…” I started, but then stopped mid-sentence as the problem came into view. Although my small car was well within the lines of the parking space, his car, in front of mine, headed the same direction, was parked at the front of the space, and a truck on the other aisle meant his car was what you might call land-locked. Somehow the lines were really long, and both our cars had fit in the same parking space. The problem was that his vehicle was in front of mine—and he couldn’t get out!
Talk about red-faced. After we both had a good laugh, I apologized profusely.
“By the way,” he said, “how do you like the Fit. I’m thinking about buying one.”
I gave him our experience with the Honda Fit — we love it!” I moved the car and continued my shopping. Meanwhile, he backed out and drove out of the lot–on his way home to tell his wife about his adventure–and the crazy, wild-haired woman!
And as usual, when a story is too funny to keep, I don’t, even when it is on me!