From Carless to Clueless

Two weeks ago, somebody in our family got into a fender bender, but that's enough about that. (He's rather embarrassed.) So now one of our cars is being repaired and Jeff is driving "my" car to work. That leaves me...carless.

My 97 year old grandma needed me to take her to a doctor's appointment today.


(Isn't she lovely?)

Now, if this was a dermatology or an optometry appointment, I'd just ask her to reschedule. However, last week she went to the ER with chest pain, so there was no way I was going to say, "Hey Grammy, why don't we do that whole doctor thing another time?"

What is a loving granddaughter to do? Why, rent a car of course!

The drive home from the rental place was rather amusing. Every car we've had for the past 16 years has had a stick shift and the rental is an automatic. My left foot kept pressing into the floorboard, rooting around for the clutch pedal. My right hand twitched continuously toward the center of the car and (to my chagrin) threw the car into park instead of the intended first gear at a four way stop.

I imagine I'd like driving an automatic if I didn't feel like such an imbecile doing so.