So I’m a moron. My wife would say "of course! Tell us something we don’t know!" But I really was today. We hit the Goodwill stores for half price Saturday and stopped by some garage sales this morning, and I didn’t get my coffee very early. When we do garage sales, we sometimes leave Claire in the car seat and lock the door (for sales about 10 feet from the car where we can watch her). And so we just climb out of the truck, look at whatever junk’s for sale, then get back in and move on.

But for some reason today I got out of the truck and never put it in park. I had pulled in behind a huge pickup truck and it’s gate was down. My truck immediately started to roll forward and I jumped back in as Donna screamed. Before I shoved it into park, the front bumper ran into the back of the pickup truck and rammed into the tow hitch. As my heart leapt into my throat, a tall Mexican in wrangler jeans got out of his truck and sauntered toward the back. I still don’t know if the guy spoke English. I just know I apologized a lot and we looked at both trucks and he shook his head a few times. Then his wife rambled at him in Spanish, before they got back into the truck and drove away. Eventually my heartbeat slowed and we moved on to the next sale.