My 8am class is trying to kill me
Is it just me or has Tuesday become the new Monday? Or maybe it’s just because I have class at 8am on Tuesdays. You know how excited I am about 8am classes.
Summer classes are always tough. Professors have to cram 16 weeks of material in to an 8 week summer course. That usually means you spend just about every night studying when what you really want to do is enjoy a glass of wine (or 6) by the pool while having good conversation with awesome friends. I was up pretty late last night studying, trying to catch up from choosing to spend the weekend with the family rather than the books. Finally at 2am I couldn’t take it anymore and went to bed.
As I was crawling in to bed Lee remembered neither his van nor my truck had any gas in them. This time it really would be Lee’s fault because he was the last person to drive my truck. And was fully aware of it’s gas deficiency. I grumbled about having to get up even early now to stop and get gas…as if getting us at 6:30 wasn’t bad enough. Being a wonderful husband (or so I thought) he agreed to get up when I did to take the truck up to get gas while I was in the shower. So I rolled over and went to sleep.
Fast forward (although you don’t have to fast forward to far since it was only 4 hours later) to this morning. I jumped in the shower. Lee drove up and got gas. All was good. Or was it.
About 15 minutes in to my trip, as I’m flying down the interstate at 75 mph, I noticed the hood of my truck was shaking a little bit. “That’s odd,” I thought.
A few minutes later I realized it was not only shaking, but it was partially open. Wholly open hood Batman. My immediate thought was it was going to fly up, smash in to my windshield and I’d be dead. Not even making it to this stupid 8am class.
Then I had to put my statistics thinking cap on and start figuring the probability of (1) getting hit by a car AND DYING if I pulled over on the side of the road to shut it, (2) making it to the next exit before it got enough air under the hood to fly open and KILL ME, or (3) having a heart attack from the stress of not having a chance to tell my kids good-bye before my untimely DEMISE on the interstate.
Way too much math for 7:30am on a Monday Tuesday.
I decided to slow down, get behind a semi so he could block some of the wind, and get off on the next exit. And I called Lee to bitch him out for not shutting my hood.
He doesn’t even remember opening my hood. He thinks he may have subconsciously popped the hood to check the oil and then forgot he popped the hood before he walked the long distance from the driver’s side to the front of the truck.
But it was 7am. And we didn’t go to bed until 2am. So I’ll let him off with his defense of exhaustion. This time.
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Ben of BenOBrien.net Said,
June 23, 2009 @ 4:09 pm
Thats a total bummer! A friend of mine had the hood fly up on the turnpike before and crashed into the end of a guardrail! YIKES! I’m glad your okay!
Angela Giles Klocke Said,
June 26, 2009 @ 8:36 am
See, a very good reason for my having dropped my 2 summer classes. That and my photo teacher was…ummm…you know some people can’t hear and you have to repeat yourself over and over, and they still can’t hear and then they get aggravated at YOU? Yes, that was my teacher. I think almost everyone left the class. Sad, but true. It’s hard to yell out the answer, only to have him yell back a few moments later how no one knows, like he’s all mad and stuff. So.
Wait, this was about you. So glad you didn’t die.