This week: 3 short/short-ish posts, 3 days in a row, all related to parking. The Wednesday one being my fav. Get excited . . .
Last week Coach told the kids to drive the red minivan to school. He planned to take the kids' 'nicer-than-what-my-folks-drive' Kia in for an oil change.
Translation: the kids would be rocking it out to Neil Diamond.
We actually just drove a distance in the red minivan on Saturday and we dug up a few more CDs. Most were scratched. Some were scratched so badly that the car spit them out without even attempting to play them, as if insulted that we'd asked. Other artists sounded hilarious with the added stutters or long pauses between syllables. We were dying. Imagine James Taylor with an unintentional almost rap like twist to his songs. Some things should not be combined. James and rap are two of them.
Ever wonder what we're up to? Entertaining ourselves with stuff no one else would find funny.
Coach ended up not having time to get that oil change. He and I had an important zoom call. Before it ended he had to bolt for a dentist appointment.
Coach typed into the chat line that he'd tune in from the car for the last few minutes while driving to the dentist. Then, Tank called my cell. I ignored it. He persisted - 3 more times.
I finally answered: ON A ZOOM, CAN'T TALK.
Tank: OK, I WAS JUST IN A CAR ACCIDENT.
Me: Is everyone OK (while telling the zoom people I had to go).
Me: Have you called the police?
Tank: Should I?
He was parked in the school lot. Mini's friend's older sister, a senior, backed into him. Hard. The damage was not the slow, love-tap from backing up kind of damage. Still, I told him NOT to call the police. I figured her folks would rather pay out of pocket.
I called Coach, who said: I heard from zoom.
It was like Big Brother was watching. He drove by the school and looked at the car before the dentist. It was drivable. The trunk still opened. No broken tail lights. We ARE blaming the broken radio on this fender bender. KIDDING.
|Maybe this is typical parking lot damage? |
I expected more of a dented bumper.
Can I get a collective sigh for how we manage
without one of our fleet while it's being repaired.
We informed Tank that he could've used less alarmist verbiage. He was parked not moving, and not at fault.
A few years ago someone hit the parked minivan. They drove away. We never got the car fixed and I wasn't sure if we should repair this. The car has 144,000 miles on it. It drives great, but it's BYOT (bring your own tunes). Coach wants to get it fixed. While they're at it - figure out the radio, PLEASE. Lad's dealership will do it for a discount: $900.
Anyway, Tank was steamed: Who does this? Learn how to drive.
Reg was in the car and commended Tank for not losing his cool with the girl even though while he was inside the car he slipped into rage mode. I'm thankful no one was walking between the cars. The girl said she thought someone was going to hit her from the front, so she backed up in a hurry. Her mom told me: I SAID, WELL TRADITIONALLY YOU LOOK FIRST.
My kid: The school lot is a dangerous place.
*I was unaware. Now my blood pressure increases at 3:00 pm daily.
We were relieved that the kids drove the minivan that day and not the Kia. The girl's mom said that the girl was mortified because everyone at school knew. Well, yes - it happened in front of half the school, plus I have three word-spreading kids in attendance.
At the end of the basketball season, Mini messed up the time for her game. Another player's mom called me. "UM, IS MINI THERE?"
Me: YEAH, WHY.
This mom: The entire team is waiting for Mini at the high school. She's 30 minutes late. *The bus needed to leave.
Me: Tell the bus to drive. We'll get Mini to the away game. *Simultaneously screaming upstairs to 'space-case' that she was about to miss her playoff game.
Tank (walking in after hanging out with Max): Where's Mini? A girl on her team (the one whose mom called me) snapchatted Max to ask him to ask me where the hell Mini was.
Me: Yeah, she almost missed the game. Never looks at her phone. Thought the game was at 7 pm. It was at 2 pm. (Tank: eye roll).
Reg (walking in from somewhere): Um, is Mini at her game? The guard on her team (a freshman) snapchatted me to say that the bus was waiting for her.
If you're a Shenanigan or you know a Shenanigan or you bump the Shenanigan's car, you can run but you can't hide.