Bumping Behinds

It's a beautiful day in Anchorage, AK, so I jumped at the chance to take a deposit to the bank for my office. I have never been entrusted with this much coveted task since I am somewhat of a lower end employee, but since most of the office is on vacation I had my long awaited shot! I took the very important looking black bag and hid it behind my purse to discourage any pick-pockets that might be lurking in the shadows for an unsuspecting, important employee, such as myself. With heart pounding, I checked out all the cars in the parking lot of the bank to determined that no one suspicious was watching and darted toward the double doors. Once inside the pleasantly cool lobby a voice interrupted my visual sweep of the perimeter, "May I help you?" she asked? "Yes," I answered in my most efficient, business like attitude, " I would like to make a deposit." Amazingly, the teller counted my funds, tip-tip-tapped a secret code on her computer and the deed was done. Having felt like I had accomplished an important task, I casually strolled back to my car and began the process of backing up.

Do you know that sickening feeling when you come to the top of the worlds tallest roller coaster and zoom towards earth at a heart stopping speed? It's the same feeling you get when you feel a spine jarring jolt and hear that "WHOMP" sound of two bumpers slamming together. Suddenly that very important, accomplished feeling I had a split second before vanished and there I was, an idiot in a parking lot who didn't bother looking twice in the rear view mirror. I did what all good Christian girls do at that moment, prayed, "Oh God, please don't let that person swear at me....!" Thankfully, it was a little elderly lady with perfectly white hair and a little powder blue, polyester pant suit who was backing at the same time I was. She exited the other car and obviously had been praying the same prayer I had just prayed. We checked out our "bumped behinds" and quickly determined there was no damage except for some dust knocked from the bumpers and a dent in our pride. We exchanged smiles and "good days" instead of insurance info and carefully drove away from the parking lot.

Funny how that little quote from the Good Book is so true, "Pride goes before a fall (behind bump in this case)." I am happy to report I am back to my comfy lower end employee position and my pride has been sufficiently deflated, for the moment.