Could We Please Stop Leaving Notes On My Husband's Vehicles?
As the husband rushed to get into his truck at the end of a long work day, he realized there was something on the windshield.
A note.
WAIT. I do believe I've written this post before ...
... and indeed I have.
It was just over a year ago that the husband walked up to his car and discovered that a City of Pittsburgh contractor had managed to dump pink paint all over it. The persons responsible left a note and blah, blah, blah. It eventually got cleaned up. We ended up losing some money over the whole thing, but it wasn't terrible.
Since that fateful pink shower, I wrecked my car, stole the husband's car from him instead of buying a replacement, and left him to drive our big old truck. It's technically my old Ford F250 that should be parked in the driveway 99.9% of the time. It gets terrible gas mileage and is very, um, let's call it "rustic." I bought it at a great price so that we would have something for hauling mulch and furniture and all of that sort of worky-type stuff. I guess since it is mine, I should have been the one driving it. However, the husband has been driving it because OH HELL NO. It's a REALLY big truck and I can't be trusted to get it out of our driveway without running over a city block. It's for your safety that I make him drive it. Truly.
It was that big truck that he walked up to after work this afternoon. It was that truck where he found the note.
Which was written by a Pittsburgh Police Officer.
And which explained the brand spanking new damage to the back fender.
This is where there would be a photo of said damage if I had gotten home before it was dark out, but I didn't, so go ahead and imagine a very large truck with a big dent in the driver's side back fender. It's such a big dent that the bumper has been pushed over a few inches.
The truck isn't worth a whole lot, obviously, so we're thinking that the damage is enough to call it totaled.
o_O
But back to the note. After a few minutes crawling down the rabbit hole, the husband had an explanation as to what had happened. A postal worker had a heart attack while driving and ended up crashing into the truck while it was parked on the street. It happened to be parked near the former Igloo, right at the top of the hill, just yards from busy streets and pedestrians.
So, basically, our big truck got in the way of what could have been a very bad thing. We don't know if the postal worker is OK or not, so it's still a bad thing, but had he made it down that hill at the speed he was traveling, it very easily could have been a very, very bad thing.
And that is why I'm glad our truck was probably totaled today, even if it is a giant pain in the ass that we're now down to one vehicle and had no intentions of parting with the truck anytime soon.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Reader Comments (5)
Yeesh!! The truck obviously died in the line of duty and deserves a hero's funeral (or something). Sorry to hear about it happening overall, but I have to agree - thank goodness it was parked where it was.
It's funny how things happen sometimes, isn't it? I hope that the postal worker is ok.
Yay and boo all in the same breath.
Oh wow. Hopefully the postal worker is okay, but great perspective on the situation. Think of it as a community service you have provided to the city!
WOWZA. So glad your husband's truck was parked there and that he wasn't in it! I hope the postal worker is OK.