Stupidity

The other day I did something so incredibly idiotic that it would rate a 10 on the stupidity scale. The only excuse I can come up with is that people are creatures of habit.

My disaster began when I decided that the doors to the cats’ apartment downstairs needed a paint job. My husband had originally bought and installed two louvered, bifold doors to keep the cats secured in their own space. The doors came from Loews and are not heavy-duty. After all, we have rescue cats, not rescue tigers, like our friend Jill at the big cat sanctuary.

Door number one was taken off and moved into the garage to be spray painted. We did not want the cats to get high or sickened by the paint fumes. In addition, a better paint job would result if the door was flat on the garage floor.

I must note that my husband is a wizard with a can of spray paint. He learned from an expert, his dad, an auto body man who made his living painting cars. Once the job was done, our perfectly painted white door was left on the garage floor to dry completely.

The next day I went to the store for groceries. I drove home thinking about what I would make for dinner and, as always, drove the car into the garage. I was almost all the way in when the lightning bolt hit me … “YOU HAVE JUST RUN OVER THE DOOR!”. My heart sunk as I slowly backed up the car and got out to inspect the inevitable carnage I had made.

All I can report is that in some rare instances in life, miracles do occur. Somehow, our inexpensive bifold was completely unharmed, every slat in place, not a pile of splintered wood. The only harm was the tire tracks on the snowy white paint job.

I went upstairs to tell my husband that I had run over his beautifully painted door. He laughed…and got out a can of spray paint to cover up my tracks.

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