Hello, embarrassment.

Generally, I don't get embarrassed too easily.

This photo has nothing to do with this post. But I need the world to see how this baby beast, owned by my parents, apparently likes to make himself comfortable at my expense. This photo exists primarily to be a "good" blogger and not have a photoless post, which we all know is one of the most tragic sins of blogging, or so we are told. 
Case in point. I once peed my pants my sophomore year in high school {circumstances which led up to this made it, quite frankly, unavoidable} and not only am I telling this to the world-wide web this horrific fact, but I once told it over the pulpit when speaking at Church. I mean, if you want to judge me on that. Go ahead. I have bigger fish to fry. 

But here's the thing. Last week ... last week I did something that actually embarrassed me.

My beloved Murf got not just one, but two cracks in the windshield in a matter of days. I was quite grumpy, to say the least. And while driving the majority of my family members to a restaurant for dinner, I braked at an intersection and the four inch crack on the windshield turned into a two foot crack right before my eyes.

I was shocked and distraught all at once. And as I parked the car to go inside the restaurant, I had visions of my entire windshield cracking in every square inch {hey, I said I don't get embarrassed easily, I never said I never got overly dramatic}.

I remember getting out of my car, walking with my family to the restaurant thinking something was amiss. But I couldn't tell if I was just anxious about what was happening to Murf or if maybe it was something else. I figured, "Eh, you should probably check to see if you locked the doors", but was too distraught to do so.

Long story still long, but not as long. As we are finished at the restaurant and are walking out, I cannot find my keys anywhere! I realize, the "off" feeling I had was likely that I had left my keys in my car. I was too concerned however, because I was still pretty convinced I hadn't locked Murf.

As I get to my car and open the door I notice two very important things: 1) The radio is playing and 2) It is very, very warm in my car.

So, yes. I did not lock my car. And I did leave my keys in the car. In the ignition. With the car completely and entirely on. 

And, hello, embarrassment.

But, at least my car was warm when I got in, right?


Madeline said...

Oh my gosh! I've done that before. You are not alone. I went to a play at the Ellen Eccles Theater and my car was on the. Whole. Time. Thank goodness we live in Logan!! Safest city award :)

Mindy said...

Okay, this does make me feel better about myself. Thank you. :)

Allred Mom said...

At least it was still there when you came out!!!

Liza said...

MINDY! I once did this on my mission ... for about 3 hours ... in a low income housing complex of mesa, AZ where we would count the number of police cars we saw in there DAILY. I have always felt like I should pay a little extra in tithing ever since! It was a miracle nor hung happened! HAHA

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