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TITLE: 'Old Blue' and the Drive-thru | Previous Challenge Entry
By Ann Renae Hair
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I shifted into park and opened my door. My legs where shaky at best as I walked around the rear of my truck and viewed the horrendous sight of the passenger side of my vehicle. It was scraped and dented from the front quarter panel almost to the tail light where the post was still in contact with my beautiful ‘Old Blue’ pick-up.
All I could do was back up enough to pull away in shame.
My husband is going to freak out when I tell him what happened.
I blinked my tears away as I drove home, anticipating the reaction I would get from my grievous error.
Immediately I picked up the kitchen phone to call my husband at work. “Honey, you aren’t going to believe what I did today.” I choked on my tears and tried to control my emotions long enough to tell him.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine, but the truck isn’t.”
“Were you in an accident?”
“I guess you could call it that. I ran the entire passenger side down the post at the bank.”
“What post?”
“The drive-thru post.”
“Weren’t you watching where you were driving?”
“That’s the ridiculous part. I was being so careful. I still can’t believe this. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Well, I’m sorry it happened, too. We’ll have to file a claim with the insurance and get it fixed. And avoid the drive-thru from now on. It’ll be okay. Don’t get yourself all worked up over it.”
“Will it be covered? It was obviously my fault.”
“Yes, we have full coverage. It will be inconvenient for you while it’s in the body shop, but we’ll work it out.”
“Thank you, honey. I feel pretty stupid right now. I really appreciate you handling this so well. I love you.”
“I love you, too. I’m going to get back to work now. See you tonight.”
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It’s been a year since my little incident. I’m really running late and I’m sure I can do it right this time.
Ever so carefully I eased between the posts and the service window, cautiously avoiding contact with my driver side mirror as I pulled into the drive-thru at the bank. I hit my foot on the brakes when I heard a terrible noise. What was that sound? I looked around and didn’t see anything unusual, so I proceeded with my task. Oh no, it’s me!
I shifted into park and opened my door. My legs where shaky at best as I walked around the rear of my truck and viewed the horrendous sight of the passenger side of my vehicle. It was scraped and dented from the front quarter panel almost to the tail light where the post was still in contact with my beautiful ‘Old Blue’ pick-up.
All I could do was back up enough to pull away in shame.
I can’t believe I did it again. Boy, am I in trouble this time. What will my husband say…?
“You did WHAT? I thought we agreed that you would not use the drive-thru from now on.”
“Yes, but that was a year ago. I thought there was no way I could do the same thing twice.”
“Well, we aren’t going to file another claim for the same thing. You’ll just have to drive it that way…and from now on, park and walk into the bank.”
“Yes, dear. Thank you for being so gracious, again.”
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And to this day, I have never used the drive-thru again, nor will I.
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