Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Does Shaking your Fist even Work?

Don’t you just hate it when you are doing something nice and something crappy is the outcome?


For example: the hubby was changing the windshield wiper blades on my car. We were on our way out to the store so I was sitting patiently in the passenger seat (like that image?? – that is a slight exaggeration), Restart.  I was angrily changing the radio channel from talk news, BACK to my music station and the kids were in the back already complaining about where we were going which was annoying me.

On the other side of the glas, the hubby was patiently putting the final touch on the passenger side blade, he smiled at me through the windshield, I imitated a smile at him. Life was good. (Getting better)

Until the blade escaped his hand and smacked into the windshield. HARD. Two tiny lines appeared before my eyes.

You know that moment of horror when you feel a strong need to smile? WHAT IS THAT?? Why do you have the urge to smile when something horrible happens and you are seemingly the only one wanting to do that too??

I kind of half smiled/cringed at him and he just gaped at me.
It did ruin the evening. Kind of hard getting over a $300 mistake when you were trying to be nice.

Makes you want to shake your fist at the sky, doesn’t it?


It Could have been Worse

Those two little cracks are making a slow trek up the windshield each day- competing with each other for length.
The real irony here: Bonus = $300. Cracked Windshield = $300. Savings for vacation = $0

Nice.

10 comments:

Oilfield Trash said...

Yes shaking your fist helps. And so does throwing things.

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

oh, i so get that. my day was sort of crappy, too. need some cheese to go with my wine.

The Schweitzers said...

You poor thing! We must have been sisters in a past life or something. Hubby just notice a crack in his windshield about a week ago. May have been a snowblower incident (no one seems to know for sure). We're waiting on insurance. Urgh! Not what we needed. And it goes from left to right across the whole windshield.

Kelley said...

What a bummer! You can't even blame a stupid big truck carrying rocks and dirt in the back of it for those cracks. I think it's great that you instinctively smile when something like that happens. That says a lot about you! So sorry about that mistake, but happy you had that very timely bonus!

Stacey said...

No, I don't instinctively smile. I instinctively curse. A lot. Is that bad?

kt moxie said...

Just tell him you love him anyway, cracks and all. ;)

Doria said...

Oooooh NOOOO! I can relate, had a rock chip that spread like wildfire at one time. IT was AWFUL! So sorry!!! :(

Kate said...

I used to slam things until I broke a drawer. Now I prefer throwing things to shaking my fist. Or alcohol. It may not make everything better, but you tend to forget for a while that you're upset. And then the headache the next day gives you something new to think about. Not that I know this from experience. And certainly not from last night.

Decidedly NOT typing this while curled up in a fetal position under my desk after a LOUSY day at school,

~Not so SuperKate

"Miss Bee" said...

I find that shaking your fist really does work. However, it that doesn't do it for you, so does: throwing your head back really far and looking at the sky, saying "SERIOUSLY?", biting your lower lip, and/or biting your nails down to a messy nub.

Sorry about your windshield.

Cheeseboy said...

Major, major bummer. That is exactly why when I change my windshield wipers, I put small pillows on my windshield. Not really, but I am going to start.