I nearly got into an election day car crash. It was the strangest thing.
Imagine this: You're angle parked and ready to leave. You put the car into reverse, notice a car waiting behind you for your spot, and back out. But, as you step on the brake, to stop and change gears, suddenly the car lurches wildly into reverse. (This is one of those things the brain just cannot compute.) So, you instincively brake even harder and the car jerks even faster and more wildly in the direction you do not want to go.
I was about ready to curl up in the fetal position & wait for the crunching of metal. What on earth? Instead I just took my feet off all the pedals, since the pedals were not doing what they were meant to. Fortunately I was not on a hill.
In desperation, I looked down at the damn uncooperative foot pedals and saw that my umbrella had rolled out from under the seat and had wedged itself onto the pedals, so when I thought I was stepping the brakes, I was also stepping on the umbrella and the end of the umbrella was pushing down the accelerator as well.
That poor person behind me must have thought I was psychotic and he was doomed. How could I explain? I just waved sheepishly and got the heck out of there.
But hey, at least I voted.
This is as bad as the time my sister took her car into the mechanic because it wouldn't go more than thirty mph. There was nothing wrong with a vehicle--just a mini hairspray can stuck under the accelerator preventing it from being fully depressed.
The moral of the story? Thank-God I'm not an airplane pilot.
7:31:55 PM 
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