Who Does That?

Matt Smith,

Remember that stint at Duquesne when all the Masquers were saying "Who does that?"

Someone tripped going up the stairs. "Who does that?"
Someone yelled at someone else. "Who does that?"
Someone skipped a class. "Who does that?
Someone messed up their lines at rehearsal. "Who does that?"
Someone got annoyed when someone else said "Who does that?" "Who does that?

Today was a very large "Who does that?" day.

I had an accident with my garage.
Go ahead. Say it. You know you want to.

Who does that?

The answer, of course, is that I do. I do that. The powers that be knew that I had been having way too, too long a streak where very little had gone wrong for me. On the contrary, things had been looking up. I have a month left in my contract with CLIMB. I don't have to buy out my lease; another CLIMBer is planning on taking over our lease. I did my taxes. I'm on time, in line, doing well, and aside from the increase in gas prices, life is good.

And then I crashed into my garage.

The thing that gets me is, usually I think "Don't turn the wheel too soon, or you'll crash into the garage." Today I didn't do that. Today I just backed up. And turned the wheel. To shamelessly quote Bernadette Peters, "Bang! Crash! The lightning flashed."

So now, the car has a dent in it with some lovely white paint scratches, and the garage is seriously gacked up.

But I'm eating carrot cake.
That's got to count for something right. Carrot cake equals good day? Isn't that written down somewhere?

Having a "smashingly" good evening,
Meredith

** Happy birthday, Matt Dunegan. Have lots of people buy you drinks.**