It started with a sneeze...

...and ended with a bang.

Let me explain.

Thursday morning I receive a call from Tary to inform me our daughter has just been in a car accident. But not to worry, she's ok, but her poor little car is not so fortunate to have survived. After the policeman has finished his paperwork, and she's called work to let them know why she's not there, she calls her mom to cry on her shoulder. I'm happy to oblige, and a sappy "are you ok?" from me let's loose the damn of tears.

Poor Kayla has been fighting one of those box-a-day kleenex types of colds, so it hasn't been a good week from the get-go. She was on her way to work, and stopped behind a truck at a stop light. As the light turned green and Kayla was preparing to accelerate, she felt a sneeze coming on. Keep in mind, she has a bad cold, so this isn't going to be a dainty little finger under the nose 'choo', this is a full-blown throw the kleenex under the nostrils cuz here she blows 'A-A-A-Choo!'. Apparently, her whole body got in on the action, cuz when she sneezed, her head went down into the kleenex, and her leg went down on the accelerator, and if you've ever tried to sneeze with your eyes open, it just doesn't work. So although she didn't see what happened next, she could only guess by the sudden impact of a huge kleenex being shoved in her face, wiping the remnants of her sneeze that the first kleenex missed.

It took a few seconds before she came to her senses and realized it wasn't a ball of tissue that attacked her, but her air-bag. What the crap just happened?! One second your sneezing, and the next second you've got your hood embedded in the car in front of you. The guy whose truck she hit was really nice and was more concerned for her and her car, than his own. Lucky for both of them, she smashed into his the back of his hitch, which crumpled her bumber, radiator, and hood fairly nice. His truck suffered only a minor scratch.

Then, as if rear-ending somebody wasn't bad enough, when she got out of her car to inspect the damage, by habit, she locked her door. Now she's standing in the middle of the road, her car smashed in, looking like she just lost a fight with a punching bag, bright red with bag-rash, and no way to get in her car to move it off the side of the road. Did I mention the guy was really nice?

He came to her rescue with a crow-bar, but she used up all her luck that day by running into a nice guy and didn't have any luck left over to unlatch her door lock. Feeling pretty desperate at this point, the guy suggested that the car was pretty much toast, put a crow-bar to it's temple and finish it off. After 3 years and countless miles, she just didn't have the heart; so he did the dirty work for her and smashed in her window.

The police came and wrote her up, giving her a citation for a moving violation. He didn't even ask if she had been on her cell-phone or texting, which is usually the first thing they suspect from young girls. I think he felt bad for her as well and didn't question her sneezie story; afterall, she sounded eerily similar to snuffulufagus and had a pile of well used tissues in the passenger seat that confirmed her story. Good thing for her she was only a block away from her apartment, so was able to coax her car back to her apartment, where she called to tell her sad tale.

What a sob story...so Paisley and I drove up to Weber to pick her up and bring her home safe and sound, so she could rest and recooperate from her woes. All stories need to have a happy ending, so here it goes...

I'm hoping to give Kayla my white Chevy prism, with it's missing hub-cap and defective door latch, complete with the un-scented flip-flop car scent hanging from the rear-view mirror so she'll be able to tell it apart from the million other white prism's out there. Then I can get a new car!

And to think all this time, I thought you had to rub a magic lamp to have your wishes come true, when in reality, it all started with a sneeze!

Bless you Kayla, bless you!