I’m back in school… No one is more surprised than me...
I never dreamt I would ever actually want to go back. I wouldn't quite describe myself as someone
who loves to learn, my husband is like that... he totally enjoys
learning...
None-the-less, a friend recommended a certain
photography professor at our local community college and I thought I'd try it
out.
It was about a month ago that I filled out all
the enrollment hoopla…
When I was finally allowed to enroll in classes,
the class I wanted was already full. I
am currently #1 on the waitlist. They
emailed me the night before to say that I should still attend the first
meeting.
That same night, I completely talked myself out
of it... too busy... blah, blah, blah...
"I'll do it next semester."
However today, an hour before the start of the
first class period, I changed my mind, "I'm never going to be less busy
than I am now..."
It was interesting to be back on a college
campus. I noticed so many things I must
have overlooked in the past.
Additionally, I found that I actually wanted to
learn the subject matter... I wasn't there to just get the grade...
Next week I find out if I can actually get on the
roster...
Anyways, back to my first day at MSJC... class
was obviously way better than I expected...
Fast-forward to end of class… I parked across the street (obviously because
I have no parking pass).
Not more than ten feet from my car there is an
ambulance... a police officer... and someone being loaded into the back of the
ambulance... everything looked under control, so I hopped in my car. Guess I won't be making that illegal U-turn
today...
I pull into the first neighborhood on the left,
it's lined with cars... there's a church parking lot on the right, I'll flip
around there.
Just as I'm about to pull back onto the neighborhood
street a black truck screeches to a stop, just inches in front from my
truck. The man in the driver’s seat is
motioning wildly for me to roll down my window.
I can see that there is a lady sitting next to him and a kid in the
backseat. He proceeds to tell me that he
can get the massive dent out of my left rear panel (the one I put there over
two years ago when I backed into the garage) for just $100.
I am always skeptical of this sort of thing,
partial to the belief that if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is…
I begin to tell him, "No thanks, I’m good,
it’s been there forever and that it doesn’t affect the way the truck
drives…" But before I’ve even
completed my sentence, like a flash of lightening, this man has jumped out of
his car, run the length of my truck, placed a big metal object onto my left
side panel and pulled backward.... The
sound of metal popping was unmistakable.
"Uuummm???
No he didn't..."
I can't make out anything from my passenger side
mirror... Without really thinking, I get out to survey the damage.
Amazing!
The majority of the huge dent that was in my back panel was now gone…
He promises that he can get the rest out and even
buff the scratches out… for just
$100.00
My first thought was actually, "If I say no,
is he going to re-kick in my panel?"
My second thought being, "Whatever you just did looks awesome, I'm
good with it, and it didn't cost me a dime."
But I find myself saying, "How about “$50?”
He says, “$75.00… I’m trying to put food on the
table..."
To which I say, "Fifty bucks is pretty good
for five minutes of work."
So he says, "Deal!"
Down the road we go.
He works on the dent in the parking lot of Auto
Zone,
I walk to the ATM…
He did do a good job and yes, he actually got the
scratches out. !?!? Matt thought it was
a win for us :)
I wish I had a “before” pic… but clearly there was no
time to snap one…
The left panel did have a massive dent that ran
almost the entire length of the panel…
But here’s all the damage that’s left from my run in with the
garage :)
