Explosions and Fire Trucks

Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.  ~Sophia Loren

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I have a confession.

I might have pulled my biggest airhead stunt to date.

It was really scary but it could have been worse.

I pictured explosions and fire trucks.

Once again, my big mistakes contained larger blessings.

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I had planned to take the kids for a hike, leaving The Handsome Prince to get in a Sunday nap that became short lived.

Ten minutes after leaving the house I was trying to dial his number into my cell phone as my hands trembled.

“Honey?” I say into the phone. “Don’t be too mad but I just totally screwed up. I mean big time.”

I tried to suppress the terror in my voice but I am a horrible actor when in such a state.

“Did you rear end someone?” He asks calmly.

“No,” I say.

“Are you and the kids okay?” He says now sounding concerned.

“I just bought a gas pump,” I say cringing awaiting an angry response.

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“Did you run it completely over like fire trucks and hazmat? Please define, ‘I bought a gas pump’,” He said totally cool as if he were ordering iced tea.

“I pumped the gas and then started taking tossing the bits of trash from the car. I got back in, got talking to the kids, forgot I was still connected and broke the pump handle off, ” I admitted my stupidity woefully.

There was a pause.

I started to panic further.

He started laughing and told me to fill out the insurance forms.

Then I had to call him back because the new cards were on the desk so he abandoned his nap to come around the corner and fix it all for me.

The gas station employees were incredible and so kind.

Just after I yanked the hose from it’s safety breakaway, I stood in the middle of the station and actually asked the attendant if I my mistake was going to blow up the station. My sub conscience has seen too many movies apparently but I was beyond mortified that I could be so thoughtless and horrified to have caused damage to someone’s business.

I was not a rational woman, I had just purchased a gas pump for an undisclosed sum of money.

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By the time I had apologized for the millionth time, The Handsome Prince strides through the door shakes the man’s hand behind the counter thanking him for taking care of me. He wrote all the information down and the owner said he would have it inspected. We would have to replace some sensor by government requirement but he he likes us and wouldn’t go replacing anything unnecessary.

The Handsome Prince shook his hand and thanked him for his honesty.

When we left, I expected to get an earful but instead he leaned over to kiss me and ask if we were still going hiking.

“You’re not mad?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not thrilled at the moment but is it going to cost us any less if I get mad and yell at you? It was an accident, we all have them. You’ll be hard enough yourself for no reason. It’s no big deal. I love you. Go have fun,” He says getting into his car to go home.

All through that evening I waited for a dig about it from him but none came.

 I apologized again as we got into bed but he was having none of it.

He wanted me to understand that no one was upset but me and my ego. Yes, it was dumb but it happens all the time. We’ll fix it and we’ll move on.

I still felt awful and waited for the phone call with the estimate.

True to his word, the gas station owner charged me only for the sensor which allowed us to pay for it without the hassle of insurance. Phew!

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“Did you enjoy the vacation?” The Prince asks when he returned home that evening.

I looked at him funny.

“The pump you just had to have wiped out our vacation fund but it could have been worse,” He says with a wink.

“Explosions,” I say.

“And Fire Trucks,” He laughs.

He made a situation that could have been really negative almost laughable from the moment he entered the scene. He sets such a good example of how to handle situations warmly without turning into Emotional Barbie complete with tissues for her issues.

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As foolish as I still feel admitting such acts of ridiculousness, I am grateful for moments like these.

Little tests that stink but how we respond is what makes us great.

Earthquakes that shake you up and clarify.

I have never experienced a bad situation that ever turned out so pleasant.

I deserved harsh words or a stern talking to but I was met with love and total acceptance instead.

It was humbling and reaffirming. He made the choice to use this to build me up as he so often does.

I’m sure my family will tease me about this for years to come.

We’re skipping yet another glimmer of vacation hope but that’s not so bad. We’re really good at staycations and the family is all happy and healthy. Can’t ask more more.

(However, feel free to make any donations you wish at the button on the bottom of the page. xoxo)

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I thanked The Prince for being so supportive.

His reply, “I’ve got some serious investments in the ground floor of this company. Plus I might like you a little bit.”

No explosions and fire trucks just the tale of how a silly chick purchased a gas pump.

“Did you give the nozzle back?” Min asked at dinner.

I glared at her with the “You shall wear these mashed potatoes if you don’t zip it” eyes but The Prince was already laughing and talking about mounting it on the wall.

Heaven help me.

If ya can’t be the good example, show ’em what not to do, eh?

Feeling gassy,

Meg xoxo

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  1. I’m so glad you’re OK. It may have been expensive and embarrassing, but what matters is that you’re OK.

    Just so I know (when I can stop worrying about you) when is it that your kids can start driving? This year?

  2. That’s hilarious, I know you feel bad but good husbands react like that. You have a good one. You’re not hurt and didn’t make the 6 o’clock news and that’s what counts.
    Thanks for hooking up to the Hump Day Hook Up

  3. OH I am so glad you are ok and really glad that Prince is such a Prince like he is and went all gentle and loving husband on you. = ) I took out a vacuum once and my door at a car wash once…..I was a little embarrassed. Ugghhhhhh/Errrrrrhhhhhhhhh!


    • Bertha on February 3, 2014 at 6:39 am

    well, that’s life. we can never have control of everything but at the importance is we learned. 🙂 cheers

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