Monday, September 20, 2010

Bad Driving

So I have a friend, several actually, that have stupid ole cancer.  Cancer has impacted my life since I was small, ever since it took my Dad's life, one of the greatest people you could have ever known.  There is a lady who lives down the street from me, who although I don't know really well, I really like.  She's friends with my oldest sister, and although I've not spent a ton of time with her, I follow her caringbridge page and am constantly amazed by her positive outlook while dealing with Stage 3 rectal cancer. 
A few weeks ago, she had finished one of her rounds of treatment, and I decided to take her a milkshake.  It was also a great excuse to get myself one too- as we all know I look for any excuse to eat.  But anyway, when my dad was sick, that was all he could eat, and everyday his friend, who owned Baskin Robbins, would show up with a milkshake.  It was a really nice gesture that made his days easier, and I've never forgotten it, so I decided it would be the perfect drop off treat. 
She lives on my street, so I cruised on down to her house, and there was a lovely space right in front of her house, so my plan was to leave the car running and drop of the shake, give her her privacy, and slink off home to drink my shake while watching my DVR'd Jersey Shore.  Not in the cards... As I went to park I bumped the car behind me as I was sliding into the space.  Now I've lived in a big city, where you use bumpers to actually rock your way into a space, so I wasn't too worried about it, especially since I barely tapped the car.  I got out, grabbed her milkshake, and headed inside.  I turned around, probably to make sure nobody with a pen and paper was waiting in hiding to write a note on the bumper I bumped, and good lord, couldn't believe what I saw.  There was an ENTIRE front end of a car laying in the middle of the street.  I mean, not just a bumper, but this was one of these bumpers that was attached to a giant grill, and wrapped all around the car.  An entire front end of a car basically.  And to add insult to injury, I was pretty sure it belonged to the girl (ie CANCER PATIENT)  I was visiting.  So here I am bringing her a milkshake, and instead have to offer her a ride to chemo.  I thought I was going to die right there on the split median.
So I brace myself, ring the doorbell, and have to tell this sweet girl what I have done.  I don't think she believes me at first, and thinks I'm joking, but then if you could see the way her face fell- and I knew exactly what she was thinking- "I can't believe I have to deal with this sh*t on top of everything else."  I can't think of the last time I felt that bad, unless you want to jump ahead about five minutes as I'm watching her in the frontyard try to wedge that giant bumper into the backseat of her SUV. 
I'll spare you the discussion that ensued with my Mother when I was crying on the phone with her after, on how my life is overextended and my mind is on overdrive at all times.  That really helped assauge the guilt.
So obviously I got her car fixed, but I'm still filing this under "No good deed" because most days I feel like that's the story of my life.... but like a glutton for punishment I keep coming back for more.  Stay tuned for details of my trip to the nursing home.

3 comments:

  1. I was reading the whole thing thinking "oh no, oh no, oh no, OH NO!". Did she at least enjoy the shake?

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  2. sister.

    i am so sorry, truly. for you and the cancer patient. but this is the funniest damn thing i've ever heard. YOU CRASHED THE CANCER PATIENT'S CAR. I bet she's lactose intolerant too.
    Keep writing. LOVING IT.

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  3. Aw Jodie - you know I loved the shake! Also, after the initial shock the humor of the situation totally took over. The image of us stuffing my front bumper into the back seat is friggin hilarious and what a story....I really loved the story about your dad's friend - I didn't know it at bumper stuffing time - you rock, sister!

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