Life Lessons Learned
My mom and probably your mom used to tell us to never laugh at the misfortunes of others.
Sounding very profound and pious she would raise her chin and pronounce, there but for the Grace of God, go I. That's my mom. But your mom might have said, what goes around comes around. That's a good one. Now, if it was grandma, she probably said, the chickens have come home to roost. And if it was the snarky neighbor kid, he probably said, karma is a B***H, Dude. Whatever you choose to call it, I got my share of it today.
Call me an eleven year old, but I have just thought it hilarious when Dennis Hodges regales us with tales of his wife Jan getting stuck...constantly at the end of their driveway. I just have this image of him slogging down the driveway in his ratty old bathrobe to push her out. Tee hee!! That's probably not an accurate description of the scene, and Dennis may have a perfectly lovely bathrobe, but for reasons that may only be revealed through therapy, it's the first thing I think of. I can't really explain why I think it's so funny. It probably really isn't that funny. May I simply say, it just strikes me that way. I'll bring it up in therapy.
This morning I'm running late. And I HATE to be late. So, I fire up the old beast (on the first try no less) throw it in reverse, and tear out of the driveway---oh, wait. I never make it that far. In my exceeding haste, I manage to drive OFF the plowed strip of drive and right into the ONE snowbank that ISN'T solid ice, and thud, I'm stuck. At the END of the driveway. And it's at that very moment that I hear myself laughing at Dennis and his misfortune. Suddenly, it's no longer funny. And trust me on this one, it's also not funny, when you wake your wife at 3:45 a.m. asking her if she can get a ride to work, so I can use her car. REALLY not funny. Lesson #1 learned.
Lesson #2, is never to tell this kind of story on the Morning Show when the Chief is inbound from the north. The above is what you find in your e-mail.
Lesson #3. They have rock salt at the Battle Creek Farm Bureau.
There, but for the Grace of God go I. To shovel.