Clumsiest Girl
Have you ever wondered who those people are that miss the money catching things or drop their money at the automatic toll gates? Well, it's nice to meet you, I'm Laziest Girl.
That's right, peak hour traffic on the way home from the airport (dropping off the Vice-President of Logic), I stopped the car at the automatic toll both, idly thinking about nothing in particular. I had my $2.20 ready, I opened the window and lifted my hand to throw the money in the catching thing. As I put my hand out the window, the coins clipped the edge of the door and I dropped the $2 coin. Fuck. So I opened the door and leaned out, trying to see where the coin dropped but I couldn't see it. Fuck fuck. I didn't know whether to get out of the car or not, but just as I was dithering, the toll man noticed the traffic backing up halfway up the damn bridge and came over - "What's the problem love?". I must have looked truly pathetic when I said that I had dropped my $2, because he took my 20 cent piece and opened the boom gate.
And then, when I drove through (after trying to accelerate while the handbrake was on), I didn't pull the door shut properly so I spent the next 20 minutes of the drive fearing the door was going to fly open and suck me out, sending me spiraling to my doom on the median strip.
That's right, peak hour traffic on the way home from the airport (dropping off the Vice-President of Logic), I stopped the car at the automatic toll both, idly thinking about nothing in particular. I had my $2.20 ready, I opened the window and lifted my hand to throw the money in the catching thing. As I put my hand out the window, the coins clipped the edge of the door and I dropped the $2 coin. Fuck. So I opened the door and leaned out, trying to see where the coin dropped but I couldn't see it. Fuck fuck. I didn't know whether to get out of the car or not, but just as I was dithering, the toll man noticed the traffic backing up halfway up the damn bridge and came over - "What's the problem love?". I must have looked truly pathetic when I said that I had dropped my $2, because he took my 20 cent piece and opened the boom gate.
And then, when I drove through (after trying to accelerate while the handbrake was on), I didn't pull the door shut properly so I spent the next 20 minutes of the drive fearing the door was going to fly open and suck me out, sending me spiraling to my doom on the median strip.
posted by Laziest Girl at 6:31 pm
4 Comments:
In case I forget again like last time... this is to be noted as a post that made me roll on the ground laughing. And here's me thinking I had the crown of clumsiest. :-)
Please excuse me while I laugh at your humiliation. :)
MK often tells the story of a friend who had to collect a bunch of coins from around the car to pay a toll and when she reached the coin bucket, threw all of the coins into her window, which she had forgotten to put down. Toll booth trauma is always funny...as long as it's not me.
Some days I'm just utterly clumsy. I think it's a shortage of whipped cream in one's diet.
I keep emergency Twinkie's in my coat, for just such an occasion.
heh heh. sounds like me, only I tend to fling my change and have it fly in 2,000 different directions before barking my shin on the car door while retrieving them...
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