jplvr said:
I totalled a car one time. Called my mom and said something like, "Mom, I had a wreck. I'm fine, but the car is screwed." Not even hesitation, "What'd you do to the car?" I grew up a little that day, previously thinking my mother actually loved me.
Ditto. I was blindsided by a drunk driver. It was her pink Mary Kay Cadillac. She still brings it up.
This one is even more fun:Just a couple of years ago, I took my pressure washer over to her house to help with some Spring cleaning. The pressure washer had a flat tire, so I started to fill it up with the air compressor out at the garage. I took a look at the reading on the tire and in my mind, I was thinking about it like one of those small, trailer tires which are often rated up to 50 pounds. I looked at the number and the 3 kind of looked like a 5 and considering my previous thoughts, I just assumed it was a 5 and 50 pounds. Not that it mattered because I didn't have a pressure gauge anyway.
I start filling up the tire, stopping to poke it with my finger to test the tire like I would try to temp out a steak. Well, eventually the thing exploded. For all I know, I was trying to put 80lbs in the damn thing by the time it blew. I wasn't sure what I was going to see by the time I worked up the guts to look at my hand, but before the adrenaline induced numbness wore off, I decided to see what I had left on that hand, namely the index finger and the thumb. Thankfully, they don't call me stumpy now, but the thumbnail on my right had was split down the middle and the cut was pretty significant. I took off my shirt, wrapped it and headed towards the house.
The pressure washer was in the back of the
Mule I drove to the house and I went in to get a ride to the hospital. I walked in, blood now bleeding through the shirt saying, "Hey, I had an accident filling up the tire on the pressure washer and need you to drive me to the hospital." She climbed down off the ladder where she was painting, walked right by me as she took a glance at my bloody shirt, and asked me, "What did you do to the pressure washer?" as she walked outside to check on the equipment which wasn't even hers, but mine.
Thoroughly pissed off, I just walked to the truck and drove myself to the emergency room. I still can't fill up any kind of tire without a little panic setting in.