When my "big rig" (as some of my younger classmates call it) got egged at the high school the day before spring break, I didn't even notice it right away. In spite of the fact that egg was all over the driver side door, which I had to open to get in, and on the hood and wheel well of the driver side, it took exiting the car, going in the house, and going back out later in the evening to retrieve something for me to notice the egg. I'm sure I looked extra cool at all the stop lights with yolk dripping down the side of my van. There's nothing like being made a fool, and being completely oblivious to it!I have to admit I took it a little personally.
Husband asked me that evening to make sure I washed the car to get the egg off. Well, I waited several days before going through a carwash, and by that point, the egg was pretty gluey. It faded, but didn't come off. He has nicely asked me for the past two months to take care of it. Both he and my dad warned me that it would ruin the paint. Like a thick-headed teenager, I failed to make it a priority. So - today, armed with a rag, a can of WD-40 and a plastic Pampered Chef scraper I headed out to the van. Suffice it to say the egg had moved past the gluey stage and was somewhere between cement and titanium. It took 40 minutes, a lot of elbow grease, and a lot of cursing under my breath (and some over my breath), but I got almost all of it off. The thing is, my dad and my husband were right.
So, to the high-schooler who egged my ride, thanks a lot. A little slice of humble pie is good for the soul. I also think it's a little funny.
1 comment:
yuck! A spot on my high school car got ruined by something like that. I'm glad you got most of it off.
Hey, this fall I will be joining you in taking some classes. I've got to get to work on renewing my teaching certificate and I need 3 classes to do it. I will be thinking ofyou.
xoxo
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