This was one of those kind of Monday mornings that make you want to say, “Ohhhh, fudge.” At least it did for me. And yes, I mean the kind of fudge like in the movie A Christmas Story.
I was happily rolling along. . . well, at 5:30 am, it was more like sleepily rolling along to work. Then I looked up. It was either an 18-wheeler or large bus coming toward me, hugging the yellow lines. So I did what any red-blooded male would do.
I went to give the behemoth vehicle a wide berth and went too wide. My tires hit the edge of the pavement. It sounded like the whole side of my car was being shredded.
I managed to get to the side of the road. I was expecting to see gory car wreck carnage. Thankfully, all I saw was one fatally punctured tire.
I called AAA because I am mechanically challenged even when it comes to changing a tire. In my defense, those lug-nuts were on that wheel tight.
What was supposed to take 45 minutes or less took almost 1 1/2 hours. So I was late to work.
But after that, it got better. And I have to keep a few things in mind:
I’m sooo glad I had my AAA road service paid up.
I’m thankful I have a car to almost (but thankfully not) wreck.
I’m blessed to have a job to go to even if it occasionally starts at 6 am.
I’m grateful for a very understanding boss.
Most of all, I’m thankful every day that I don’t get what I deserve. I get grace instead.
PS don’t suppose cussing in your head merits having to wash your mouth out with soap, right?