A very blonde moment
Created | Updated Oct 20, 2010
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<INTRO></INTRO>You'll never guess what I did last summer...
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Until recently, I was blonde. It was is this state, and none other, that I drove my car into a swimming pool... Deliberately. I mistook it for a parking space in the dark. The thing is, I was on my way to be hypnotised to give up smoking, and it was the hypnotherapist's pool I drove into. The car was almost fully submerged, just the exhaust above the water which meant the engine kept running. As the front tyres went over the edge of the pool I realised what was happening, "%#!#", "##%!%#", "It's a $%@$!%$ swimming pool" I exclaimed.
<BR/> First things first. I opened the drivers door so I wouldn't get stuck. Then I looked for and saved my cigarettes (priorities). I grabbed my handbag and then the umbrella that floated up to meet me, these I flung to the edge of the pool. By this time the car was slowly filling up with water and sinking to the bottom of the pool. I launched myself across to the edge and out of the pool and straggled dripping to the hypnotherapists front door.
</BODY> He was astounded to see his 6pm appointment in this state and checked the sky to see how heavily it was raining. After some incredulity that someone could mistake his pool for a carpark (not all that surprising really, trust me, really, honestly), he took me in, dressed me in his ex-wife's old clothing and attempted to get the car out with the aid of a tractor and his four-wheel drive with no success. A towtruck had to be called, much to the merriment of the driver, and eventually the car was hoisted out of the pool. The car was dried out and primed up, and actually ran again - it is still running now. Of course, the car had to be bright yellow, and was dubbed "Yellow Submarine" instantly. Meanwhile I never managed to have the hypnotherapy and am still puffing away waiting for a less stressful moment to book in again.
People are still reduced to tears when recounting this story, and the jokes ranged from terrible "hey I heard you joined a carpool ", moderate "that's not what they mean by dipping your headlights", to inspired "at least they managed to get the dipstick out in time"...
You may wonder why I would expose myself to ridicule by relating this tale, and in response I say: something this funny has to be shared.
I'm no longer blonde, in the hope that they may one day forget...
True story, not a word of a lie :-)
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<INTRO></INTRO>You'll never guess what I did last summer...
<BODY>
Until recently, I was blonde. It was is this state, and none other, that I drove my car into a swimming pool... Deliberately. I mistook it for a parking space in the dark. The thing is, I was on my way to be hypnotised to give up smoking, and it was the hypnotherapist's pool I drove into. The car was almost fully submerged, just the exhaust above the water which meant the engine kept running. As the front tyres went over the edge of the pool I realised what was happening, "%#!#", "##%!%#", "It's a $%@$!%$ swimming pool" I exclaimed.
<BR/> First things first. I opened the drivers door so I wouldn't get stuck. Then I looked for and saved my cigarettes (priorities). I grabbed my handbag and then the umbrella that floated up to meet me, these I flung to the edge of the pool. By this time the car was slowly filling up with water and sinking to the bottom of the pool. I launched myself across to the edge and out of the pool and straggled dripping to the hypnotherapists front door.
</BODY> He was astounded to see his 6pm appointment in this state and checked the sky to see how heavily it was raining. After some incredulity that someone could mistake his pool for a carpark (not all that surprising really, trust me, really, honestly), he took me in, dressed me in his ex-wife's old clothing and attempted to get the car out with the aid of a tractor and his four-wheel drive with no success. A towtruck had to be called, much to the merriment of the driver, and eventually the car was hoisted out of the pool. The car was dried out and primed up, and actually ran again - it is still running now. Of course, the car had to be bright yellow, and was dubbed "Yellow Submarine" instantly. Meanwhile I never managed to have the hypnotherapy and am still puffing away waiting for a less stressful moment to book in again.
People are still reduced to tears when recounting this story, and the jokes ranged from terrible "hey I heard you joined a carpool ", moderate "that's not what they mean by dipping your headlights", to inspired "at least they managed to get the dipstick out in time"...
You may wonder why I would expose myself to ridicule by relating this tale, and in response I say: something this funny has to be shared.
I'm no longer blonde, in the hope that they may one day forget...
True story, not a word of a lie :-)
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