I’m an excellent driver. Really. I’ve been driving for 21 years and I’ve never gotten into an accident. With another car, I mean. I won’t count rocks or trees if you don’t. But even though I’m great behind the wheel, I’m admittedly a bit clueless when it comes to anything more complicated than an oil change. And it does get a bit complicated trying to aim the car over the pit.
To illustrate my point: I was trying to think of the word “pit” and had this conversation just now with my husband:
Me: What do you call the hole that I drive over —
Me: No, you didn’t let me finish. The hole that I drive over at the instant oil change place.
Kyle: You’re not going to pretend to your readers that you actually do that yourself, are you?
So with that in mind, it was no surprise that one day when I heard a thump as I was driving, I wasn’t quite sure what was going on. I quickly went over the possibilities in my head. Rock? Maybe. Pothole? Never. Squirrel? Gross. When in doubt, my motto is to keep going and pretend it never happened. So I happily did that for exactly ten more feet until KER-WHUMP.