I have a temper. Most of the time I am a very perky, sunshine-and-roses kind of girl. I can even be a tad Pollyanna-ish. When confronted with something/someone who makes me angry, I bite my tongue. I might think about what I should have said for days, but I never say it when in the moment. People I can deal with easy-peasy. But, don't let that fool you. The furry of Lori's anger can explode at any moment......on an inanimate object.
It's a trait I inherited from my Father. My Dad is a contractor who has built many beautiful homes. He is usually laid back, slow to anger, and the hardest working man I have ever seen. However, he has been known to "snap" at a tool, piece of lumber, or even a shingle. It's quick, furious, and mean.
I do the exact same thing. I spew hateful, awful, terrible things at inanimate objects that don't "work." The only way I can explain my thought process is that I expect an appliance/tool/machine to do its job. When there is no definite reason for the misfire, my temper explodes. "OH MY GOSH. WHAT IS THE PROBLEM? FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, WORK!" (Sadly, that's an edited version.) I have to walk away, take a deep breath, and reset.
So knowing this, here is the tale of the "Legend."
Bart commuted to college and took me on our first date in this car. In her lifetime with us she has seen 5 different cars park beside her in the garage. She is the one who has outlasted them all. Granted, she's not in tip-top shape these days. She tends to shake when she goes over 50, the air conditioner leaves a puddle on the floorboard, and the side paneling is starting to fall off. But, she gets the job done.
Oh, and one other thing: She ADORES Bart.
Think I'm kidding? They have a whole little "Knight Rider" thing going on. See this door handle?
EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
She hates me. Bart has stood right beside me, coaching me on how he does it. We will take turns trying multiple times in a row. She will only open for him. Awe, what a funny story.... but it is a little harder in real life. If I have to drive the Legend, I usually leave the window down and open the door from the inside handle. Which works when I remember to do so. I've been stranded 3 times at the grocery store. Do you know how embarrassing it is to call your husband to come rescue you because you can't open the car door? Then to watch him pull up, walk up to the car, and open it the very first time with ease?!?!?!?
So, one dusty summer day I was driving the Legend. I was moonlighting as a Pampered Chef Lady, and I had a party that I had to be at in 15 minutes. I was running behind, and I needed to swing by my Mom and Dad's house to pick up a baking dish. I pulled in the driveway, jumped out of the car, and slammed the door behind me. I dashed through the back door, grabbed the pan, yelled "Thanks!!!", and hurried back outside. Then I realized....
I hadn't rolled the window down. I pulled on the handle, and it wouldn't open. I yanked, I pounded, I tried over and over and over again.
I snapped. The wrath of Lori came DOWN. My temper exploded all over that car. I am embarrassed to say my Mom and Dad heard me and came rushing outside thinking I was being attacked. I walked away for a bit, calmed down, and called Bart. He drove to my parents house, walked up to the car, and opened it.....on the first try.
I quietly got in the car and went on to my Pampered Chef Party. Later that night, Bart was out in the garage inspecting the car's handle. I heard him come back in the house, walk down the hallway, and then stop at the door.
"Lori?" he said.
"Yes, Bart?" I replied.
"Why is there a footprint on the door panel of my car?"