26 Feb
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That Night I Was Stuck in the Truck

Stuck in the Truck

It all started with a vehicle door that wouldn’t shut.

It was snowy and cold, the thermometer hovering somewhere around 0° F. I was late for a meeting, and the driver’s side door on our truck would not shut. I tried repeatedly shutting it to no avail. I locked and unlocked the door repeatedly. I even got out of the vehicle and inspected the door, as if that was going to solve anything. My husband had said he was having trouble with the door about a month ago the last time it was sub-zero cold. His statement about the door trouble was something like, “Stuff just doesn’t work right when it’s cold outside.” I’d already placed a mental note to talk with my husband about communicating more clearly. Obviously “trouble with the door” was code for “sometimes the thing doesn’t shut.” I assumed “trouble with the door” didn’t mean “you may not actually be able to drive from point A to point B.” I allowed myself one final attempt at door slamming. Thankfully the door decided to do its job and shut.

I drove to my next destination not giving the door fiasco anymore thought. I parked the truck, went to open the door and failed. I guess door opening was also part of the “trouble.” No number of shoulder slams against the door was going to budge it open. I even checked and double-checked to make sure the silly thing was unlocked. First, I couldn’t get in the truck, and now I couldn’t get out. Plenty of mental notes were being posted for a hearty discussion later with my husband.

The only way out was the passenger side door. I maneuvered my 6′ 1″ frame to the other side of the vehicle, not gracefully mind you and not made easier by the fact that the truck is only a mid-size truck. I finally got there and shoved the passenger door open and extracted my body from the vehicle. I slammed that door shut with plenty of muttering and hoping the neighbors were not watching.

Really I’m just spoiled. I’ve become complacent in assuming doors will shut and open just like I assume the light switch will turn on lights, the faucet will give water, and the grocery store will have food. On my way home, with no other door issues, I was grateful to live a life full of assumptions that are rarely faulty. I’m sure my husband appreciated this mindset over the hissy fit I could have unleashed upon my return.

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