A few nights later, I delivered a pizza to some guys playing poker and was invited into help eat the pizza and play. I declined "Saying that I would love to stay and play but that my boss wouldn't be happy about me quitting four hours earlier" A few hours later I had a delivery way out in the middle of nowhere, and I'm hunting for the address. I went up a steep winding driveway and realized it wasn't the house I was looking for. Instead of doing the smart thing, which would have been continue up the driveway and turn around, I proceeded to back down the driveway right into a ditch. For some reason I thought I needed to go left, when in reality if I would have kept the wheel straight for another few meters I would've been fine. In the end some friends pulled my car back on to the driveway. Thankfully there was no damage but because of the culvert behind my tires I couldn't go forward, and with the little bit of snow and incline I couldn't drive forward either. I felt just a little bit dumb.
But not nearly as dumb as when I left my car running and in neutral (I'm afraid the E brake will stick again if I use it) I tested it for at least 30 seconds and thought it was fine.
So there I am standing in the lobby of an apartment building, playing with my phone waiting for the guy to come down and get his pizza and I hear the sound of snow crunching under car tires. I glance up to see my car slowly rolling towards the telephone pole. I put the pizza down and literally threw myself out the door, down the steps. Somehow I managed to get my car door open, and my foot on the brake. After taking a deep breath or two, I put it in first, started it up and drove back up to were I was originally parked.
About this time the customer comes into the lobby and saw the pizza (in it's warmer sitting on the floor) and me walking back up the stairs. He gives me a funny look, so I explained what happened and why I was a wee bit shaky. After reassuring him that I was fine, I left.
Later I looked at my bumper and it was also fine. I was about 6 inches away from a dented bumper, which would go nicely with the hole I put there a few years ago.
Two blonde moments in a week is about my limit. I don't think I can handle the stress of any more.