An endless parade of buses, tractors, and horrifyingly inexperienced high school drivers finally pass.
And then the typical bickering and brawling commenced, mere moments after we made our way out of the school parking lot.
My precious darlings wasted no time, cutting right to the chase of intentionally annoying and aggravating each other.
Someone in the car was obviously an expert.
But that someone clearly wasn’t me.
And then the fun really began.
Stop making that stupid noise!
Turn that down! You’re gonna go deaf!
He’s being stupid!
Why are you being so stupid?
Stop acting like a baby!
I continued driving among the bickering insanity when I noticed something… off.
And not just figuratively speaking, either.
The brake and gas pedals…
Where did they go???
My life flashed before my eyes.
Was this seriously how things were going to end?
In a malodorous, sweaty-gym-sock-stinking, juice-box-stained deathtrap, with those two arguing beasts screeching and howling?
I don’t think so.
Over my dead body.
That was bad.
But what was going on?
Did I just break the brake?
Did I unwittingly have some sort of deranged Hulk-like moment and destroy a crucial car control with my freakishly strong right foot?
A hunk of plastic unceremoniously rolled backward and magically revealed the presumed missing controls.
And then it rolled under my seat.
Okay, that was a good start.
Except there was still a mysterious piece of rogue plastic on the loose that obviously broke off from somewhere.
I pulled into the post office parking lot, the very place my boys both harbor an unjustifiable aversion to, in an attempt to figure out what the hell was going on.
A large heap of plastic with a loose screw surfaced from under my seat.
I hadn’t the slightest clue what is was.
It vaguely resembled a pedal-shaped…
Something or other.
What did I know?
But the brake pedal was still intact.
The gas pedal was still intact.
So I determined it was safe enough to continue driving.
I mean, relatively speaking.
What with those shrieking banshee passengers and all.
Evidently, that heap of plastic turned out to be part of a vent that was situated near the brake pedal.
A vent part that I must’ve kicked and sent rolling.
Dangerously rolling, at that.
Well, that’s what happens when you discover you’ve got a loose screw.
~Happy Friday, friends! Hope you all have a terrific weekend!~