I dropped Sheryl, the boys, and Justine off at the airport yesterday. They were on their way to Sheryl’s family’s annual Christmas gathering. I was staying home. “Taking care of the animals.”
There was a huge rainstorm along the East Coast yesterday. When I drove those guys down there it was really pouring.
We got the bags out of the car. I kissed everyone goodbye. Told them to have fun. Then, right when I was about to click my heels and dance a little jig — the gig was up.
The front passenger window was down about four inches. I tried to put it up with the switch. Wouldn’t budge. I ran around to that side, opened the door, pushed the switch and pushed the window up. Nope. The window slid out of my hands and fell into the door panel.
Mind you, it was pouring rain. I ran over to my gang and told them the window broke. (The driver’s side window failed that way just a month ago, so I knew the deal.) They wanted to laugh. I think I could see a smirk on Sheryl’s face.
I drove home with the rain pelting me. I turned the heat and the radio all the way up.
Some people have easy lives. I have the kind that has me driving in a rainstorm with the window down. I have that kind of luck.
