Sometimes You’re The Windshield
Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug. I think that pretty much sums up the highlite (or maybe I should say low point) of our day. Jason and I were having a normal day doing normal things around the farm. We had just had a conversation in the front barn, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, and Jason walked away to get in the truck to drive to the back of the barn.
A few seconds later I heard the slam and the crunch. Then I heard Jason screaming at the top of his lungs “NO! You’ve got to be kidding me. NOOOOOO!!” I ran out of the barn to see what the heck was going on.
When I ran out I saw Jason walking in a circle with his hands on his head screaming “BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!” (I try to keep this blog PG but he was actually screaming a word that rhymed with truck . . . ) over and over and over. I couldn’t help but think that he looked like a horse exhibiting stereotypical behavior as he walked the same circle over and over screaming the same word over and over. Except instead of watching a horse weaving in the same spot in his stall or cribbing or walking the same path along the fence over and over I was watching Jason.
I also saw the newly crunched look our car had just acquired and I understood why Jason was walking in a circle screaming obscenities. He had backed into our car with our truck in our driveway. The truck was unscathed but the car, well, not so much. Then I started laughing hysterically because the whole scene was just funny. The crunched car, the circling, yelling husband, and all of this in our very own driveway. Pretty much anyone aside from Jason would have done what I did and collapse in hysterical laughter. However my response made Jason even more mad so he walked his circle with even more determination and yelled BLEEP even louder.
When I was able to compose myself and stop laughing I told him that he could continue walking his circle for however long he wanted but he should probably stop the screaming since everyone within a hundred miles of our farm could probably hear him. I then spent a few minutes reassuring him that we’ve all done something this stupid at some point and today was simply his day. I tried to say this with a straight face and without laughing. I didn’t succeed.
Jason is slowly starting to see the humor in the situation. Sometimes you’re the windshield and sometimes you’re the bug, that’s just life. Although I’m not exactly sure who or what was the bug in this scenario. If it was our car, if it was Jason or if it was our bank account. Maybe all three?
Yeah, Jason didn’t just gently back into the car, he apparently stomped on the accelerator of the truck when he put it in reverse and backed into the car
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I think Walon’s expression in this picture if too funny (and that is Trigger taking a nap in the background)
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