Photo Jenny

I'm going to tell you a true story.

It happened to me, today.

It was rather embarrassing,

but I'll tell you anyway,

because it was pretty great,

regardless.

I wake up.

I take my brother to school.

I pick up my friend,

and we drive to school

so she can take an exam.

I park my car.

And as I go to pull my keys

from the ignition

(such a mundane thing, right?)

they won't budge.

This is peculiar,

I wasn't expecting it,

and so I get a little freaked out.

What if my car is broken?

What is my key breaks off in the ignition?

So, it won't lock my keys in,

since they're in the ignition,

so we walk away,

after restarting the car,

wiggling the steering wheel a bit,

all the stuff you would think to do.

And they will not come out.

So we give up.

And it doesn't seem like

a horrible thing,

the car still works, right?

So we go into school,

she takes her exam,

and it ends up that I tell

the teacher we also came to talk to,

Schey, whom I think I've mentioned before, perhaps,

that my keys are stuck.

Being a man I think it was his prerogative

to ask: "Do you want me to take a look at it?"

So we go to the car, right?

I swear up and down that everything's right

but the keys being stuck,

and it's in park, and I tried the steering wheel

and blah blah blah.

And he gets in my car,

and within like, five seconds,

figures out the problem.

And here is the biggest blonde moment,

dumb-teenage-girl moment,

and overall clutz moment of my life:

Ready? Because it's bad.

The car was in neutral.

Yep.

That's right.

I freaked our for nothing.

IIt was horribly embarrassing.

And then we had a good laugh.

He bragged about his car fixing skills.

(Because he's a man, I assume? and they do that?)

Not sure how I'll live this one down,

but it was absolutely interesting.

That was the extremely drawn out version of a ten-minute ordeal.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

And I hope I never pull a move like that one again. (: