My ultimate frisbee team played our first games together yesterday. We went 0-2, but we improved in the second game. I'm sure if we'd had some substitutes for the girls, it would have helped, but there's a minimum-of-3-girls rule that we have to honor, and I was the 3rd girl who showed up for our team. It was nice to get lots of playing time, but also wearing for sure. Especially in 6" of snow, and I absentmindedly hadn't had much to eat for breakfast; if a teammate hadn't given me a piece of banana, I think I might have passed out. Things were getting a little fuzzy toward the end - part exhaustion, part low blood sugar, and partly due to the glare of the sun on the snow. What a blast, though. I wasn't even hungry afterwards, I was so high on life.
And the punchline was, on my way home, I beeped my horn at someone taking too long to make a move at a green light.... and my horn didn't stop honking. I pulled over to try and open the hood to remove the horn fuse, unwittingly tossing my phone from my lap to the middle of the street where it broke open. Fortunately no car was coming, and it still works. But I couldn't get my hood open (I was pushing the wrong part of the lever, duh), so I had to drive a mile and a half to Jiffy Lube, my horn going off in one continuous blast the whole way there. I found that if I pushed a certain spot, it would stop honking. But it was inconsistent, so then I sounded as if I were actually honking intermittently at the cars in front of me. Dirty looks ensued.
All this, and when I got to Jiffy Lube and got the hood open, the fuse turned out to be inside the car, next to the gas pedal. Dundundun. I'm awesome, basically.
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Gotta love stories like that! It makes life interesting. ;)
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