Malcolm Gladwell’s recent book, Outliers, mentions how plane crashes do not happen simply because something went wrong.
I may be a little off, but I think catastrophes such as plane crashes happen when a series of seven or more errors occur.
(the voting results lead me to believe you don’t want to read, you want to be visually satisfied. well, here’s a cacophonic light show for you. It goes out to my new friends at ACE Towing.)
If you more the readin’ type then here’s a story of 7 errors for you. by no means equal to a plane crash but it certainly deserves a guffaw.
I went out last nite for a drink and parked on Hollis St where it said no parking from 7am to 6pm. The plan was to crash in town for the night and
Marty would drive me downtown in the am to get my car, we both avoid excessive cab fair, get back to the country…all is well.
1. We were going to just cab it down from Clayton Park but we didn’t
2. I parked on Hollis St knowing full well that the chances of NOT making it back to the car by 7am were VERY good.
The night started out well. got out, saw some good friends, had a few laughs. end of the nite there was no chance of driving so cabbed back to Clayton Park w Marty.
Starvin.
3. Could not remember the name of the pizza place (Pizzatown) that was up the street that made a sweet veggie pizza.
4. Marty got antsy and headed out on foot in search of some food but did not take keys to security door.
5. I fell asleep, post haste. deep, no baby around, had a few beer sleep. awsome, but still an error.
6. Marty buzzed the apt and called my dead cell phone but I did not stir until 8am
7. After a failed attempt at scaling the wrong patio, Marty decided to catch a few winks in the truck and then head home
SEVEN Errors already.
Cabbed it down to Hollis to find the Purolator guy where my car should have been. Took the same cab to the Police station to find my car.
They just needed my drivers license to release it to me.
8. I left my drivers license in my wallet in my car and took only my debit and credit card
“My drivers license is in my car”, I said
They could not release it to me and so I had to take the same cab up to Exhibition Park to geet to ACE Towing to get my drivers license,
take the same cab back to the Police Station to get them to release my car.
9. I had not yet licensed my car and still had a temporary permit and was actually going to do it this afternoon.
When they looked up my car it showed no VIN and no owner. So my little road trip through HRM was futile and could have been avoided had they looked it up in the first place.
I understand Rules.
You need to see a picture of me to prove I’m me when the real me is standing right in front of you telling you its ME.
COME. ON. If I were the guy who just mugged Liam Hennessey, stole his car keys, credit cards, dead cell phone and forced him to tell him where the
car was….would I spend half an hour in the Police Station trying to get out and pay for an impounded car?
As it tuns out, there must be a higher incidence of this sort of crime because she went with option B. Ballsy Criminal.
Have you ever tried yelling at someone through a 1″ glass wall with a little opening at the bottom? You kind of have to hunch down
and look up. not the most helpful to my cause.
As it turns out my vehicle showed NO OWNER. It hadn’t licensed it and VW never really owned it either…so it was no ones car.
Now I needed to prove I bought the car from Hillcrest VW. They tried to fax them documents but it didn’t prove anyone owned it.
I needed to go home, get my papers, license the car at the DMV and come back w the papers to prove it was mine…then I could have it back.
Madness.
Expensive.
Luckily Mark and Cory from Hillcrest VW gave me a car for the day. A sweet, 6 speed, black EOS with all the gear inside. Thats what I’m talking about though…its so easy to help someone out
that I just can’t believe it doesn’t happen more. They did not have to offer that…but they did and it turned the day from suck to awesome.
i grabbed a coffee, charged my phone, headed home to pick up Marse, kiss the baby off to Gam’s for the nite and we headed out to save the car together.
She played brickbreaker.
I ranted.
She listened.
We ate fast food & choc chip cookies.
My wife turned awesome day to awesomer day.
Cars back. Its mine and I can prove it.
The moral of this story: Don’t let me fly your plane.
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3 Comments
May 30, 2009, 10:13 am
I was just telling someone this past week how incredible and awesome your wife is. I’m not even half the woman she is. This continues to prove it. I can only imagine the rage you had yesterday…
June 1, 2009, 11:32 pm
you are the roadcrew!
June 1, 2009, 11:52 pm
What a scream!! I’ll settle for a little less exciting! Good thing you have two girls to keep you in line!
