God Drives a Silverado

June 2, 2009

It was “one of those days.” I was late getting to the gym for my personal training session, so I forgot a couple of essentials that I needed in order to shower and get ready for work there. In my haste to call John and have him leave some of those items on the curb so I could drive home and get them, I “hit” [read ‘lightly tapped’] the SUV parked behind me. “Did you just hit my car???!!!” “Did YOU just hit my car??” Yelled the agitated old Jewish woman poor elderly lady. Yes I did, said I as I exited my automobile to assess the damage. Not a dent or a scratch. Nothing happened, I declared. To which the OJW responded as she stuck her face in the wheel well (literally), “well I don’t know, I’m still looking!” Look you old bag, if you can’t see it, it’s not there! Nothing happened, I repeated. She finally agreed and said “we were very lucky, VERY LUCKY!” Very lucky indeed woman, now let me get on with my day. This all took two minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.

On the way home to get my stuff, John called me and said “pull over I just passed you.” What do you mean you just passed me?? I’m coming home to get my stuff? “Just pull over anywhere, listen, just pull over.” O-K-A-Y, I pull over in the Target parking lot and get out of my car in my still chaotic state, “what are you doing?” Before I could utter another crazy word, my dear husband said, “Honey, I’m talking to my frantic wife on the phone and I hear someone say did you hit my car, and you said yes, and tell me you have to go. WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?? I’M COMING TO CHECK ON MY WIFE!” Oh… oh! My puppy! You brought my puppy! I exclaimed as I rushed pass him to his car and picked up my precious boy, while my husband shook his head. Good thing he thinks I’m hot loves me.

My day went well thereafter. My arm hurt quite a bit from the tetanus shot yesterday, and my back is giving me a fit because I’m walking funny so I don’t put pressure on the toe that I ripped on the nail. But it was a good day nonetheless.

HOWEVER, it was HOT, and we all know what happens when the temperature rises… Mercy gets cranky.

On the way home I decided I would pick up Rocco and run some errands. But I was HOT and CRANKY. I picked up my boy and cranked up the A/C. Well, my boy gets pretty agitated too when it’s hot and he was Barky Von Morkie, aka Baron Von Yappy, in the car. It took me f-o-r-e-v-e-r to turn left on Cranbrook, and then the cars in front of me were going the speed limit so slow. The car leading the pack turned and I thought, finally let’s speed up… I have places to go, things to do, people to see. It was then that I noticed the Silverado: There right in front of me, obeying the speed limit going so slow and being kind and courteous to other drivers letting everyone get in front. Why it even turned in the parking lot, s-l-o-w-l-y in front of me, turning again within the parking lot, s-l-o-w-l-y in front of me, making me miss the ideal parking spot in the shade in front of Mail Boxes Etc. “Oh for crying out loud!!!” said I… and then it came to me “God Drives a Silverado.” Yes, God placed that Silverado in front of me to slow me up and calm me down. There was another spot in the shade just a few spaces down from the first, and I made it to Mail Boxes on time.

So when I came back in the car and my beloved puppy had puked all over the front seat, I didn’t get upset. I comforted him and took him out of the car for a few minutes; cleaned the barf and headed towards my next errand with my puppy in my arms and the A/C cranking once again.

And the best thing of all: I didn’t feel a need to come home and have a glass of wine (which I’ve vowed not to have during the week). All is well. God drove a Silverado in front of me today.