A Change of Pace

We try to get Avery outside as much as possible, he just sleeps better that way. Plus, boys just need to be outside. Today, we decided that we needed a “change of pace.” The change was to be in location, Riverfront park downtown. After sitting in traffic for 30 minutes, we had the park in sight. I, of course, didn’t see the parking lot until we passed it, so had to turn around. Picture this, we’re the 3rd of 3 cars at a stop sign. The first is an 18-wheeler who’s trying to make a right turn. I’m sure that most people have seen an 18-wheeler make a right-hand turn, and when it cannot make the turn, it usually has to back up. The scene is set. The semi started backing-up, the SUV in front of us did the same, I might add without looking behind him. So here I am, trying like mad to get our car in reverse when, yep, crunch. Aaarrgghhh!

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To add insult to injury, it took the Tampa Police 45 minutes to show up. Now we have the joy of navigating the insurance/claims adjuster/body shop bermuda triangle. I think I’m most frustrated by the fact that our car looked really nice before this. A change of pace, yes. Just not what we were looking for.

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4 Responses to “A Change of Pace”

  1. reedthis Says:

    Man!!!
    How awful is that? I’m so frustrated too. There is no way crap like that should happen, but it does, and for some reason it seems par for the course here. And to add insult to injury, the 45 min. wait on the police is unacceptable.

  2. mixonitup Says:

    Thanks, the problem seemed to be that the officer couldn’t find us. Can you imagine? How can you be a cop and not know the streets? Thank God there was no injury.

  3. reedthis Says:

    Aren’t those cars equipped with GPS? and other technological advances to give them the advantage over normal GPS toting citizens? Too much Jack Bauer and 24? Maybe.

  4. mixonitup Says:

    The presence of a GPS device does not exactly guarantee that the operator has a clue how to use it. I’m still scratching my head about this one.

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