Tragedy Between Two Cars
I think I was pretty clever at titling this post what I titled it. You'll see why, a couple sentences down.
It all started on a very normal Monday morning, an Oct 10th morning, to be exact. My parents were at someone's house, and I was at a doctor's appointment. So there I am at the doctor's, I get called in, get released, and now am headed back to my car. When I try to turn my car on though, it won't start. None of the lights turn on, it makes no sounds, no nothing.
Super bummed, I call my dad (literally the go-to guy for anything that has to do with pretty much anything; my dad is the best). Our conversation goes as follows:
Dad: "Okay, your car is standard, so if you ask someone to push you from the back while you have it on 2nd gear, it should start right back up".
Me: "But dad, there's a car in front of me, I'm parked in a parking lot".
Dad: "Then put your car on neutral, push it back yourself, then once you have enough space in front of your car, go find someone and ask them to push you forward".
Me: "Dad, are you suuure I can push it back myself? Are you sure it won't be too heavy for me?"
Dad: "Yes, your car is a fiat, it's light enough. Of course you can push it back yourself!"
Now, being the good and obedient daughter that I am, I trusted my dad and decided to do exactly as he instructed. The only thing I forgot to mention to him though was the fact that my car was parked downhill.
I get in my car, retell myself the instructions my dad gave me, then take the emergency break off; the rest is history.
Being that my car was parked downhill, once I let go of the break, my car starts rolling down towards the car that's parked right in front of me. So clever me, I jump out of the car, get in front of my fiat, and decide that I will be able to stop it from rolling down because, after all, my dad did tell me it was light enough for me. As I put my arms out to stop my fiat from rolling downhill, the car literally chuckles at me and slams me into the car parked in front of it, with me left smushed right in between both cars - a true Tragedy Between Two Cars.
Amazingly, I am more worried about the dumb decision I made, rather than about the fact that there might be a high possibility I would be left paralyzed.
So I need to get out, back to the story! I start yelling at cars that are driving through the parking lot (not very many), but no one can hear me because we live in AZ and everyone has their AC on with their windows up. Meanwhile, I am pushing my fiat off of me to relieve my legs from being squished, but once my arms would start shaking because of the heaviness of the car, I would have to let go and let the fiat come at my legs again with force. I keep yelling, and no one hears me, but, alas! This girl with gym clothes on (insinuating she is fit and able to push the car off of me) walks out of a building and I yell my lungs out to her. Long story medium-lengthed (because this hasn't been a short one), this kind, kind angel of God helps me push the car off of me. I am not complaining, but... she wasn't as fit as I expected her to be; it took us about 5 minutes to push the car completely off of me and on to leveled pavement.
Nonetheless, I survived, got a small scolding from dad, got my car turned on by my dad, and only suffer from a couple leg compulsions every couple minutes.
Totally kidding about the leg compulsions, all good here. Yet another miracle in my life, thank you God.
It all started on a very normal Monday morning, an Oct 10th morning, to be exact. My parents were at someone's house, and I was at a doctor's appointment. So there I am at the doctor's, I get called in, get released, and now am headed back to my car. When I try to turn my car on though, it won't start. None of the lights turn on, it makes no sounds, no nothing.
Super bummed, I call my dad (literally the go-to guy for anything that has to do with pretty much anything; my dad is the best). Our conversation goes as follows:
Dad: "Okay, your car is standard, so if you ask someone to push you from the back while you have it on 2nd gear, it should start right back up".
Me: "But dad, there's a car in front of me, I'm parked in a parking lot".
Dad: "Then put your car on neutral, push it back yourself, then once you have enough space in front of your car, go find someone and ask them to push you forward".
Me: "Dad, are you suuure I can push it back myself? Are you sure it won't be too heavy for me?"
Dad: "Yes, your car is a fiat, it's light enough. Of course you can push it back yourself!"
Now, being the good and obedient daughter that I am, I trusted my dad and decided to do exactly as he instructed. The only thing I forgot to mention to him though was the fact that my car was parked downhill.
I get in my car, retell myself the instructions my dad gave me, then take the emergency break off; the rest is history.
Being that my car was parked downhill, once I let go of the break, my car starts rolling down towards the car that's parked right in front of me. So clever me, I jump out of the car, get in front of my fiat, and decide that I will be able to stop it from rolling down because, after all, my dad did tell me it was light enough for me. As I put my arms out to stop my fiat from rolling downhill, the car literally chuckles at me and slams me into the car parked in front of it, with me left smushed right in between both cars - a true Tragedy Between Two Cars.
Amazingly, I am more worried about the dumb decision I made, rather than about the fact that there might be a high possibility I would be left paralyzed.
So I need to get out, back to the story! I start yelling at cars that are driving through the parking lot (not very many), but no one can hear me because we live in AZ and everyone has their AC on with their windows up. Meanwhile, I am pushing my fiat off of me to relieve my legs from being squished, but once my arms would start shaking because of the heaviness of the car, I would have to let go and let the fiat come at my legs again with force. I keep yelling, and no one hears me, but, alas! This girl with gym clothes on (insinuating she is fit and able to push the car off of me) walks out of a building and I yell my lungs out to her. Long story medium-lengthed (because this hasn't been a short one), this kind, kind angel of God helps me push the car off of me. I am not complaining, but... she wasn't as fit as I expected her to be; it took us about 5 minutes to push the car completely off of me and on to leveled pavement.
Nonetheless, I survived, got a small scolding from dad, got my car turned on by my dad, and only suffer from a couple leg compulsions every couple minutes.
Totally kidding about the leg compulsions, all good here. Yet another miracle in my life, thank you God.
What a tragedy for sure! It's true what they say "tienes buenas piernas, porque no se te han quebrado."
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