*Disclaimer* – only continue reading if you are willing to never, ever talk about this again. Ever. You’re ok with that? Ok. Keep reading…
First things first – let me be clear that I am not referring to the sickly bodily repercussions often endured after a night of libation – I am in fact referring to the movie, The Hangover.
Secondly – the movie is so not worth $53.50. Or the panic attack I almost had.
Confused? Here’s what happened. Netflix has had The Hangover listed as “very long wait” on our queue for about a month now, so the other night Hubby ran to Blockbuster to get it so we could finally watch it. It was funny – a little overrated in my opinion, the parts with the baby kind of ruined it for me (and Hubby), but I digress. So today I decide to return the movie. I’m thinking to myself – “Wow, if I can return this today that would be a huge accomplishment. No late fees and I’m going to be out anyway. Hubby will be happy I did it so he doesn’t have to worry about it.”
Peanut and I ran some errands at the post office and babies r’ us – and then once we were finished I decide to swing by Blockbuster to drop the movie off. I pull up in the “no parking zone” and put my blinkers on. I know what you are thinking – I got a ticket – but that’s not what happened. I get out of the car (which I left running since it was freezing outside), slip the movie into the drop box, and go back to the car to head home. Only I can’t open the door. Or the passenger’s side door. Or the back door. I can’t open any of the 5 freakin’ doors.
My heart sinks.
I peek in at Peanut. She is smiling at me – oblivious to what is happening. I open the door to Blockbuster and plead with the guy behind the counter to come and help me open the door. The driver’s side door wasn’t completely shut – it was slightly open – but even with his efforts it wouldn’t budge. I call 411 to get the number for the police. I call the police. The dispatcher tells me she thinks I sound calm. My brain: I am sooo not calm right now – either I am very good at the-deception-of-calm or this woman is seriously off her rocker. It’s almost funny that she said that. Almost.
To finish up the story – a tow truck dude came within 10 minutes (Peanut still smiley and oblivious, thank goodness), took out the hanger-thingy, unlocked the door, told me “this happens all the time”, and then charged me $53.50.
In all seriousness, I would have paid anything to get Peanut out of the car. Turns out AAA will likely reimburse us the money – so no worries there. I just can’t believe I did this. I am still not sure how it happened. The jeep doesn’t lock on it’s own (like our other car) so I must have hit the lock button down by accident when I was getting out of the car. Needless to say, I will not be leaving Peanut unattended in a car – even for a second – for a long, long time. I will also be racking up late fees with Blockbuster since it is going to be a while before I show my face there again…
Someday, I am sure I will be laughing about all of this – which is why I chose to post it – but until then…please enjoy laughing by yourself. And remember – we’re not talking about it.