FunnyStory

OK...I came up with this new "thang", so to speak. Its a funny story of the month. My friends ALWAYS seem to have interesting stories, so I thought I'd post them. However, in coming up with this, I hadn't realized that one person could have two extremely hilarious incidents happen in less than two days. Anyway, those will be posted and another short story that happened to one of my coworkers. As per the agreement, all names have been changed to protect the desperate, nutty, moronic, innocent individuals. Well...I don't know how innocent they are, but you get the idea.

So, the power window on the driver's side still goes up and down, but just barely.
In order to get it to go down with minimal effort, i have to push it down from the top while I'm pushing the button. In order to get it back up, I have to pull it up while pushing the button. Net effect is, I don't roll down my window unless absolutely necessary.

This morning, on the way to take Caleb to daycare, the car was covered in dew, making it impossible to check out oncoming traffic so that I knew when it was safe to turn. This translates into "absolutely necessary", so I roll down the window, which clears it of dew, so I go to roll it back up after the first turn.

What is the completely appropriate moment I choose to take one hand off the wheel to pull the window back up? Half of a second before the next turn in my route. Because I'm about to need my left hand to work the blinker and make the turn, I cross over my body with my right hand and start pulling the window up. The window is juuuuuuuuuuust about up when it's time to make the turn, meaning I have to stop pushing the button with my left hand so that I can pause my window-working activities and, oh, drive.

I fail to realize until it's time to turn that I'd rolled the window up too far and my right hand is now stuck in the mostly closed window because of my rings. I can't get it out because I'm in the middle of turning, I can't turn the wheel the rest of the way because I'm twisted halfway around in my seat the OTHER way because I'd used the hand furthest from the window to pull it up, and said hand is now stuck.

Using some magical combination of chin, knees, and shoulder, I get the car turned onto a pretty much empty street (luckily), and now have to go straight for about half a mile before the next turn. Why didn't you pull over on the empty street? you ask. Because my hand is stuck in a window, duh. I think this is proof enough that I'm not firing on all cylinders at the moment.

I finally manage, through frenzied yanking, to get my hand free. It didn't occur to me to just roll the window down a quarter of an inch to get my hand out. It was even in prime pushing-down-the-window position to do so.

My lovely five-year-old son is cackling through all of this, because even he thought for me to pull over and roll down the window to extricate my hand. His response at the end: "Mama, if you're not safe, you should pull over until you get safe. Don't worry. If I'm still laughing when I get to Mrs. Wendy's house [and he was], I won't tell her that you didn't think of that. I won't even tell her that you got stuck in the window. I'll tell her that I was laughing at cartoons...like cartoons where people get stuck in windows."