Yesterday was market day. I never bothered to unload my truck last week, so it was pretty derned easy to get ready to go. Just hopped in and headed on down to Anacortes. Halfway there I realized I hadn’t brought a sweatshirt. At home, the sun was shining and it was already warm enough not to be chilled in shorts and a tank top. But now I was heading into a dark gray cloud that stretched as far as the eye could see. I was getting cold just looking at it.
Thankfully, but the time I got to the market, the cloud had lifted and I was seeing blue sky again. Unfortunately, the wind was blowing right off the water and it was cold, cold, cold! I was again lamenting my lack of sweatshirt. Oh, well. Suffer through it, I figured.
I began backing my truck into it’s parking space. Looked in the rearview mirror, then turned to look out my window and smack! I ran my face into the window… I forgot I’d rolled it up, and now my nose was squished against the glass. Unfortunately, I was moving just fast enough for my lips to follow, and my teeth were tailgaiting and crunched into my lip, pinning it to the window of my truck. Lord only knows what it must have looked like from the outside, with me squished up against the glass like that.
I took a quick look around, rather like a cat who’s just fallen off a fence. “Nobody saw me do that! That never happened!” Thankfully, no one seemed to be staring at my stupidity. All was well.
Except, that is, for the fat lip. Not to mention the slight speech impediment that came with it. And naturally, people just had to ask what had happened. So told them the truth; I’d witnessed a horribly crime and was now in the witness protection program, but the criminals had found me and worked me over pretty good last night, and now I was needing to move again, and would they care to buy some soap?
Hey, it’s better than telling them I’d run face first into my truck window!