I wanted to share something that happened to me the other day. In retrospect it's hilarious, but wasn't all that funny to me at the time...
So last Friday, I'm rolling my small air compressor around our Honda Accord that's parked in the driveway. I'd been meaning to check the air in the tires for a while, and it was a good time to get it done since wife was about to take the car out. My V5 is resting in the left pocket of my shorts where it normally is, and as I squat down to check the air pressure on the front passenger-side tire, I can feel my V5 about to slip out of my pocket and out onto my cement driveway. I stand up, pull out my V5, and lay it at the base of the Honda's windshield. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking "Let's not forget that we left our V5 sitting on top of the Honda". Anyway I press on - checking each tire in turn with my air pressure gauge and topping them off at the correct air pressure. As I'm finishing up the last tire, my wife comes storming out of the house and pressures me to finish up so she can leave because she's late. She also needs to pass along a few things to me and has 1 or 2 quick questions about unrelated things, so by this time I'm completely distracted and I think you can sense by now the direction my story is heading in...
So I'm putting stuff away in the garage about 2 minutes after she pulls out of the driveway, and I reach down to my pocket for my V5 to take a hit. When I can't feel it in my pocket, the memory comes rushing back and hits me like a ton of bricks. NOOOO!!!!!! I snatch my cell phone and call my wife in a panic. As the phone is ringing, I'm imagining my V5 flying off the top of the car she whips around the first turn. I can see horrible images in my mind of my V5 bouncing across the asphalt and being run over by cars behind her. When she finally answers the phone, I shout "Don't turn the car! My V5 is on top of the hood!" Now she starts to freak out because she doesn't really understand what's going on and thinks there's something wrong with the car. I can sense that I need to calm things down or she's going to get into an accident. I calmly tell her to pull over right away and to do it "gently" (which she does), and after a little more explanation, she tells me that she sees the V5 through the windshield. I can't believe my luck!! She gets out of the car, grabs it, and brings it home to me. Phew! What luck!
When she got home with my V5, I got quite a verbal beat-down for scaring the crap out of her (as well as making her more late), but I didn't care because I got my V5 back safe and sound. I was actually a little peeved myself because it was basically her fault for distracting me from what I was doing in the first place, but I obviously didn't say that to her. I may be absent-minded but I'm not stupid.
