Sunday, June 04, 2006

Cat Crap

It almost ruined my day. Ruined and almost being key words here.

Yesterday was just another day in the Geraci household. Mike was out of town again, on business, and I was running Kevin (14 year old son) to a tennis tournament. Lucky, our beloved family cat, had apparently gotten trapped in the garage and did what he normally does when he gets nervous. He crapped. Not pretty little hard turds, like Lizzy, our not-so-beloved family cat does. No. It was a runny mess. He not only crapped all over the garage, he also did a nice little pile right on the my son's tennis bag. After a few expletives and disenfecting the tennis bag, we piled into the Expedition where then, in my haste, I promptly ran smack into the other family car.

Yep. I ran right into my own car.

Now, this probably wouldn't be so bad, except that when I realized I had done this, I tried to go forward, and God only knows how, ending up "hooking" both cars together. The right rear end of the Expedition was now linked to the left rear end of our little Suzuki Forenza.

After freaking out for a few seconds and cursing Mike Geraci (afer all, if he wasn't out of the country, he would have been the one taking Kevin to tennis, so none of this would have happened. Right?)I called AAA to come help.

"Your car is what?"

"It's hooked to my other car."

"Uhm... ma'am, how did that happen?"

"I ran into it."

"Oh. Well, so , do you need a tow truck?"

"I need something."

"Hmmm... there's a 2 hour wait on tow trucks. But I can get you a guy with a wench within the hour."

"Yeah! A wench, whatever that is, it sounds good!"

About an hour later, this kid (he looks about 18) shows up with the wench. "Wow. I've never seen anything like this before!" (insert excited voice)

"Want to take a picture?" I ask.

"Uh, no, ma'am."

One hour later (in 90 plus degree Florida heat and humidity) poor wench boy still can't get my cars unhooked. So he calls for one of the popular tow trucks. Another hour later, tow truck guy comes.

Tow Truck guy, whistling under his breath, "Wow. I thought I'd seen it all!"

"Can you get the cars apart?" I ask, praying he'll say yes.

"Uhm, we can try. But first, we need you to sign this waiver."

So I sign the waiver that basically says that in trying to get the cars apart, I understand that they could do mega damage to both cars.

After about 30 minutes of pulling and tugging, my cars are free!

Both guys and their AAA approved trucks head off. "Have a nice day, ma'am!"

The good news:
1. both cars are driveable.
2. Only the little Suzuki needs body work.
3. With hubby out of the country, I think I can get it fixed before he gets home and discovers it.

So no one was hurt and I provided an entertaining story for the AAA people to laugh over. All in all, it could be a lot worse.


Mel Francis said...

3. With hubby out of the country, I think I can get it fixed before he gets home and discovers it.

Yup. As long as he's not a blog reader like my hubby is....

Lucy said...

I'm sorry Maria, that made me laugh.

I'm glad everyone's okay. Did Kevin make it to the tournament though?

MariaGeraci said...

Nope, Mel, hubby doesn't read my least I'm pretty sure he doesn't!

And yes, Lucy, Kevin did make it to the tennis tournament! His older sister took him (in the 3rd family car) Thanks for asking!

Kate Pearce said...

It sounds like something in a novel!
I must admit, I've come close to doing exactly the same thing to Mr Kate's car-except as his is now twice the size od mine, I suspect I would be the one getting squished.
Hope Mr G doesn't read your blog!

MariaGeraci said...

Mr G is in Israel right now. By the time he gets back, he's so tired and jet lagged, he's usually just grateful to be home again. At least, that's what I'm counting on!

erin said...

Only you, Maria....

Have you ever considered writing comedy?

Monica Burns said...

While I'm sorry for your tragedy, it did give me some great laughs. You definitely need to be writing this in a book.

Ellen said...

How often can you say that a guy came to your house with his wench? LOL!

Sorry for the body damage on the littler car, but I'm glad it all worked out sorta okay. :) What a tale!

MariaGeraci said...

How often can you say that a guy came to your house with his wench?

LOL! Good one, Ellen!!

Sybil said...

You are a damn trip Maria! I almost peed my pants when I read this! And, after tonight at work, I needed it! Thanks for the entertainment (at your vehicle's expense!) Sybil

MariaGeraci said...

Anytime, baby!


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