The Background: About 10 years ago (before kids), we lived in
a cottage with a steep driveway. We lived across the street from the
cutest little family ever (they had a 2yo). We had two cars; of those,
my husband’s was a Mitsubishi Mighty Max truck. The name was clearly
wishful thinking because it was nothing more than a wind-up car. I was
out of town visiting my mom.
The Story:
My husband was preparing to go somewhere (probably to play golf) and
forgot something in the house. He went back in and when he came out his
truck was rolling down the driveway, across the street, across the cute
family’s lawn, and into their chimney. Yes you read that right. INTO
THEIR CHIMNEY–he forgot to set the truck’s emergency break on that big
hill of a driveway.
That was bad enough, but the family was actually
out in their driveway watching the truck roll toward their house and
wondering why my husband was trying to run them over. When my husband
came running out the house his first thought was for the cute family’s
cute little daughter. Thankfully, she was fine and no where near the
truck.
As it turns out the truck did not do any damage to their home.
Woo hoo! You would think this is where the story ends. If I weren’t
such a busy body it probably would have ended there, but read on.
As my husband is relaying this story to me I am mortified. How on
earth were we going to make this up to them? Well, duh! I’ll make them
rice crispy snacks! Nothing says I’m sorry I hit your house and almost
ran over your family like a batch of rice crispy snacks. Right? So you
see my logic.
At that time I was not known for my prowess in
the kitchen. Seriously, though, how hard could rice crispy treats be?
So I gather my ingredients, my pot, and my spatula. I’m stirring and
I’m stirring. Then I take out my spatuala. Hmmmm. Something looks
different…My spatula is now a stick without the flat spatula part.
Huh? Where’d it go? I dig a little though the mix and can’t find it.
Maybe it melted? Ah well. It’s still good. Yes, again, you read that
right: IT’S STILL GOOD. I proceeded to spread the mix into the pan and
take it over to the neighbor’s house. Yes. I. Did. I also saved a
little sumpin’ sumpin’ for myself.
I presented my masterpiece to the neighbors and they gave me a tour of
their house. I apologized profusely and hoped they would take the rice
crispy treats as a token of my embarrassment.
When I returned to the
house I dove into my little stash. Two bites in I can’t chew the
treats. I take that piece out of my mouth and…it’s the spatula.
In answer to your obvious question: Yes. I’m available to cater your next event.
This post was re-posted for Parent Bloggers Network as part of a contest sponsored by the American Egg Board. It was originally published on my blog in January, 2006.
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It sounds like your guardian angel and my guardian angel could swap some stories.
Let me just say…ha ha hahahahahah hee! Too funny!
That’s hilarious!
I remember you telling this story before and my question always has been; did you ever face those neighbors again?
but when making up to your friends for nearly running over their home, isn’t it still the thought that counts?
Thanks for sharing that story, it was hysterical!
You are SO right. Nothing says, “Sorry we tried to kill you!” like rice krispy treats!
This is similar to the turkey neck in a bag story of mine. I tried so hard to make the perfect meal; some people are just never satisfied! What’s the big deal about a neck?
At least you could live with a clear conscience (now that you know better), knowing that you did not, in fact, feed them melted plastic as an apologetic effort.
I remember when you first posted this because it was my first visit here. I nearly wet myself laughing while I read it out loud to my husband. I’ve been hooked ever since.
i need you to come cook with me. oh the times we could have.
Ha ha ha, glad YOU found the spatula and not the neighbors!