Seat-Flippin' Fun

I went to get my dad’s presents for Father’s Day tonight. A normal person wouldn’t have gone at the break of dusk, but I’m anything but normal. I even bought my dog a giant pink marble ball to play with (which she’s highly scared of) and I got my mom a tall vanilla latte from Starbucks–she loves those now. I had the presents in the passenger seat of my car and all was well until I got home. I put the latte on the roof of my car first thing when I got home. Then I put the ball in the driver’s seat. I tried to pull the bag of presents out of the passenger seat, and they were stuck on something! I pulled and pulled, finally I kicked the ball out onto the driveway and leaned on the steering wheel and gave the bag one huge tug. The bag tore, I fell into the steering wheel, which deployed the airbag, throwing me, the presents and my purse into the back seat.

The neighbors across the street thought that was the funniest thing in the world. Hey! Look at that lady! She’s flying! Especially since my husband got into an argument with them just the other day over the dumbest shit.

I never did figure out what the bag was stuck on.

Before anyone asks why I didn’t just open the other door, I was trying to be inconspicuous and slamming 2-3 car doors would have woken my dad up. Needless to say it back fired (no pun intended) and my screaming plus the noise the airbag made and the car alarm going off when I didn’t hit the OnStar dash quick enough, woke him up plenty. So much for me sneaking his presents in and getting out before 10pm.

Luckily, somehow, I wasn’t hurt by the airbag popping out. I’ve read about people getting decapitated from those things. *checks to see if head is still intact* Guess I got lucky. The only thing bruised was my ego.

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