I am known for my ability to get things done and get them done quickly.
Ok, I lied. I'm a terrible procrastinator! It took months before I took the Expedition to get repaired. I can't even tell you what all the repairs were that had to get done. Not necessarily because there were so many, but because I don't understand all that car stuff. Not to mention the fact that I tend to "zone out" during conversations and start thinking about other stuff. (A trick my daughter has learned as well.)
Much to my dismay, we had a $1000 deductible and of course, the repairs cost much more than $1000.
But alas, the day came for me to pick up the Expedition and so my poor husband, Travis, picked me up from home and together we went to the repair shop to pick up the car. We arrived, paid the $1000, got the keys, and away we went, me in the Expedition and my husband in his truck.
Now, I am so incredibly nervous when Travis is watching me drive. I just know I'm going to do something stupid and we all know that I NEVER do that kind of stuff. So when we arrived home without a hiccup, I was feeling pretty good. All that was left was the home stretch - backing into the driveway.
Due to the steepness of our driveway, we have to back in. Eh, that's easy. I simply pull over to the side and...
What was that sound and why are my garbage cans moving?
Yup! I drove my car right alongside the garbage cans on the street. I'm thinking, "I wonder if Travis noticed."
As I get out of the car, Travis approaches the vehicle and says, "Did you just hit the garbage cans?" I let out a small, "yes..." as Travis looks over the car. I'm thinking, "I didn't hit them that hard. Surely there is no damage." But no, not in Rachael's world. There, right where all the repairs were done, was a L-O-N-G scratch in the paint from one end of the Expedition to the other.
Travis didn't laugh about this, either.