On Wednesday I felt like I was living my own version of Alexander’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Though my annoyances may not have been as wild or crazy as his they were enough to put me on edge. Let’s walk through the day.
My day actually started off great! It was the first day that I didn’t have to wake up to a 5:15 alarm- only teachers can know the true joy of turning that early alarm off. I took my time getting out of bed and getting ready for a retirement breakfast for one of my coworkers. The word coworker doesn’t really do her justice though. For the last few years this woman has served as my work mom. Though I am so sad to see her go I was so happy to celebrate her career with my department one last time before summer. I left just in time to be a few minutes late. It was a beautiful day and I was looking forward to lounging on the beach after breakfast. I was waiting behind a car at a stop sign, the car went, I inched forward, waited for a car to pass, then I went, andddd bumped right into the first car. See apparently the first car saw that same car coming down the block as I did and decided last minute that they weren’t going to make it. It was totally fine, no damage to either car. The guy didn’t even let me apologize. The was number one.
I went home and got ready for the beach. My favorite beach is right off of a highway and I need to use a turnaround to get to it. We all this turn around there is, apparently, a pot hole where the two slabs of concrete making up the road meet. I hit it. I hit is at the exact right, or should I say the exact wrong, spot. I heard a boom and thought my bumper had hit the floor. I pulled into the parking lot, parked, and walked the front of my car. The bumper was fine. Weird considering the noise I heard so let me keep walking. Ah, there is it. The source of the noise and the difficult driving. The hole at ripped a hole right in my tire! Needless to say it went flat to the ground. Now I have had many a flat tire. My last car seemed to get a flat every week. I know how to change them but I am not strong enough to loosen the nuts. Pathetic I know, but true nonetheless. Now some of you may remember that my knight in shinning armor, my dad, has recently had major surgery. I did not want him doing any heavy lifting while helping me so I thought I would call my cousin to see if he could come to my rescue. I don’t know why I thought to check, but I looked in my trunk to make sure I had everything I needed to change the tire. Now this new car hasn’t gotten a flat yet so there was no reason for me to have gone in there. When I opened the compartment where the tire should be it wasn’t. The tire wasn’t. The jack wasn’t. Basically all I had was a useless screw driver and a pump to refill tires that can at least hold air. Perfect. So I caved and called my dad. He didn’t want me to call AAA because he wasn’t sure they would tow me to a place close to us. He made some calls and found someone with a tire he could lend and the equipment we needed. Awesome. It was going to take a little while for him to get to me so I went to sit on the beach.
Now though the annoyances that happened on the beach weren’t nearly as dramatic as my car troubles they were icing on the cake of this terrible day. First as soon as I sat down the sun went behind the clouds. Then I hear an overly dramatic teenager screaming about how she is too scared to climb off the life guard stand- it was one of my students. When I look to my other side one of my male students is sitting right next to me. I HATE seeing students on the beach- talking to them in a bikini is just awkward. He was too close not to say hi so we had a 30 second conversation and he walked away with his friends. On my way back to my car I stopped at the bathroom. As I reached for the paper I realized it was empty and there was no one on either side of me. I had to just laugh at this point.
So my dad made it, tire and jack in hand. He popped the hub cap off only to curse at the fact that one of the nuts looked nothing like the others. It was a locked nut. Thankfully the key was in my glove compartment so that panic was short lived. As I was taking the rest off he curses again. What this time? There were five bolts on my car. The tire his friend lent him had four. No way that was going to work. Thankfully my dad had another spare in his car. Though it was a little smaller than all my other tires it got the job done. Slowly but surely I drove home and right to the repair shop.
I wish I could tell you I learned something valuable on this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. That even when things seem to be going horribly wrong that the strangers around you step up to help and you are reminded of the good in the world. That when you feel stranded and alone that world proves to you that you aren’t. I learned neither of these things. I guess you could say that I learned I am still completely dependent on my father- though I already knew that. So how about that I am super thankful that he is on the road to recovery and isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Yeah, that sounds good to me.
p.s. I apologize for this ridiculously long post. I applaud those who made it to the end! Thanks for reading!