I recently made a huge blooper. One that caused a gigantic, wet mess and me having to borrow my sister’s Volkswagen Beetle to drive to work – I hate the slug bug.
I discovered this mistake a couple Mondays ago when I was running late for work, per usual. I rushed out the door, attempted to shield myself from the downpour rain as I ran across the yard, unlocked my vehicle, opened the door, was about to plant myself into the driver’s seat, when I noticed puddles of water everywhere.
There were little pools of water in the two front seats, the cup holders were filled to the brim, the steering wheel looked as if someone had sprayed it with a hose and loose papers were floating in water on top of my dashboard.
The scene was overwhelming and painful to take in as my mind rushed to try to reason what had happened. My windows were closed; my car had not been left open; the windows were still intact. Then it hit me as my eyes gazed slowly to the top of my vehicle where my sun roof — which I consider the selling point of my Jeep — was wide open. Entirely open, like flapping in the wind open.
My stomach dropped as I stared in shame. I rushed back into the house and grabbed the nearest towel by the door. I ran back outside, out of breath, and sopped up what I could on the driver’s seat and steering wheel and also attempted to dip the towel into the cup holders to mop up as much water the towel corners could handle.
While I was wiping everything down, trying to stay as dry as possible, I noticed the water in the front seats had begun seeping onto the floor of the vehicle’s back area. Everything on the floor in my back seat area was, of course, soaked.
Lets just say, it was an unpleasant ride to work. It was only a little bit after 8 a.m. on a Monday, and my mood was set for the rest of the week. I couldn’t believe I had decided to leave the sunroof open on the night a rainstorm swept into town. The whole incident was so maddening that I tried to point the blame at the sunroof. Deep down, today, after everything has been dried out and clean, I’m slowly coming to terms that it was my fault for leaving it open. I hate when life turns on you like that.
To sum up a very dramatic story, I had to surrender my poor Jeep to the garage for a day and a half, where three fans worked their hardest to dry it out. Luckily, my little sister is friendly enough that she let me borrow her light blue miniature vehicle that includes National Rifle Association bumper stickers and hippie peace signs in the back windows.
I’m sure more than one reader has left their window open once or twice in their lifetime. I can now say I feel for you, and if you ever want to share your story I’d be grateful — knowing I’m not the only forgetful person in town. I hope this story sticks with the people who haven’t yet experienced this terrible happening in life, and it reminds them to keep on remembering to check their windows and sunroofs before the next storm blows in to town.
BCR Staff Writer Goldie Currie can be reached at email@example.com.