We’ve wanted to take advantage of the summer and go swimming, which we planned to do last Friday, but we kind of had a hiccup in those plans…
That day I planned to wear contacts for the pool, but when I tried putting them in, they burned my eyes to kingdom come! It was all I could do to hurry and squeeze them out of my eyes before I went insane with the pain. My first immediate thought was that it was soap still on my hands, but when Jacob came home and saw my red eyes and I explained about the contacts, he asked what solution I’d soaked my contacts in. I indicated which one, and he said, “Oh my gosh! You got acid in your eyes!” That solution is only supposed to be used in a special aerating container that oxygenizes the acid and turns it to water in about six hours, but since I’d kept it in an airtight case, it was still acid. I’d known you aren’t supposed to put the stuff in your eyes, and I’d known you had to wait six hours before taking your contacts out of it, but I definitely hadn’t known about the special case. So we didn’t go swimming. (But FYI my eyes are fine now.)
So instead of going swimming we were sitting around trying to figure out what to do, when we heard a knock on the door (since it was just one knock and unaccompanied by a song of doorbell ringing, we knew it wasn’t the neighborhood kids). We opened the door, and our downstairs neighbor standing there gave us a bewildered look and said, “Was that your car?” And we thought, What is she talking about?
“Didn’t you hear that crash against the building?”
And we thought Oh no! So we rushed to the kitchen window, and sure enough, down below we saw that our car was against the building, looking like it had been crushed.
We rushed out the front door, down the stairs and around to the back to examine the damage. The car was right up against the brick windowsill of our downstairs neighbor’s bathroom…
But when we looked, there was not a scratch! Not on the building and not on the car! Jacob hurried and pulled the car forward back into our parking spot and this time pulled on the emergency brake (it’s a stick). Apparently the bump had knocked a tile out of our neighbor’s shower, but she explained that the tiles are old and do that anyway.
Whew! That was a scare. What a bummer to have a crushed car right before we move! Luckily it all worked out, and things have been pretty tranquilo since then. And I’m sure we’ll have a good laugh about it later on.