So I am driving to work this morning when my cell phone rings. It is Jamie, the conversation goes like this:
Jamie (J) – what are you doing today Mom?
Alice (A) – I am heading to work at Northwood, why?
J – because Suzanne’s car is in the shop and Opal has a doctor’s appointment that we need to go to Bellingham and my little sports car can’t take all three of us.
A – well, do you want to use the suburban? You can bring me your car at the church and we will just trade vehicles so you can go to the appointment.
J – OK, see you in a few minutes.
I go to work at Northwood. A little while later Jamie arrives. We trade keys, I ask “are there any tricks with your car?”
J – none that I know of. Oh yeah, you need to use the remote to unlock/lock the door.
A – OK, good luck at the appointment. I will meet you back at the C Shop.
J – OK, love ya
A – love you too!
So I get back to the stuff that needs to be finished at Northwood. Walk out to Jamie’s little Honda Del Sol (remember I drive a huge Chevy Suburban) and try to get in. First I hit my head on the inside roof of the car then fall promptly into the seat of the car – feels like it is only 5″ from the ground! Can’t get the thing in reverse, luckily the car parked in front of me left the parking lot. I drive all of maybe a mile from the church to the post office. Turn left on Harrison, come to a stop because a car is backing up and BANG! a different car backing up hits Jamie’s car. I pull forward into a parking spot and this young mom gets out of the car ready to break into tears. She screams “are you OK?” I reassure her, tell her no need to cry, asking if she has insurance – yes she does. We exchange information and all I can think about is “Jamie is going to have my head! I get back in the car, oh I forgot – I couldn’t get the darn car to shut off so it has been running the whole time the other driver and I are talking.
I back out, drive around the corner to the drive up mail boxes and stretch as far as I can reach (remember the car is only 5″ off the ground and how high is the mailbox opening?) trying to put in 17 envelopes (mailing out the bulletins like a good secretary does) and what happens – 4 envelopes slowly fall to the ground – SO I pull forward in the car and try to dislodge myself from the seatbelt and seat. As I turn to crawl out of the car, another car pulls up behind me and the gal jumps out and says “I will get them for you.” I yell “thanks!” and put myself back in the car, hitting my head! I am beginning to hate that cute little car.
As I drive back to the C Shop I keep wondering what is Jamie going to say. How hard is it to drive a little sports car? I ponder how the conversation might go – nothing sounds too good. A little while later, Jamie pulls into the parking lot by the C Shop – thank goodness he pulled in on the driver’s side. I have a few second reprieve. I walk out to him and begin telling the story and he immediately starts looking over his car. We get to the passenger back corner and he just gasps. I say nothing. Then the conversation goes like this:
A – blubbering, trying to speak as fast as I can, explaining everything that happened (see above) and Jamie just stands there with a smile that is getting bigger and bigger.
J – Mom, its okay, it can be fixed – she does have insurnace right?
A – Yes she has insurance, don’t be upset with her, she couldn’t see the little car behind her Ford Explorer. Her hubby is in Alaska, she lives here in Blaine, has a little guy, just be easy with her.
J – I will Mom, just give me the information. He chuckles as he puts his lunch stuff in the Del Sol. He walks around to the driver’s door, gives me a hug & a kiss and says its going to be okay
A – I apologize again (2x) and Jamie pipes up with
J – Well I learned not to let a girl drive my muscle car (his 16 yr old girlfriend drove the car into a ditch 4 days after we bought the car for him when he was in high school) and now I have learned not to let a woman drive a sports car.” all said with Jamie’s crazy grin.
A – Have a good day at work and I hope you are really not too mad at me.
J – Mom, its okay. I will give Allison (the gal who hit me) a call on my break.
I watch as he backs up, rev’s the engine a little bit and we wave at each other. I think, Lord, give him a good rest of the day. And I will never drive that cute little Honda Del Sol.
I walk back into the motor home feeling sick to my stomach, one more issue for Jamie to have to deal with. Get something to eat (food always helps – just a bowl of soup) and decided to write about my little adventure today.
Hope everyone has a good day. All I know is Jamie can borrow the suburban any time he wants BUT this mom is not driving that little cute black shiny Honda Del Sol.