enJOY it

So I am driving home from my new favorite place, THE USED BOOKSTORE, and I go to cross the bridge that goes over the freeway and there is a traffic cone laying sideways in the middle of my lane. I figure, better to just run over it instead of cause a traffic jam.

"THuNK."

I look in the review mirror and there is no cone. Of course. Because I can hear it scrapping the road beneath my car.

So I turn on my blinkers. Just to alert everyone that it is likely a cone will come flying out from behind my car. Fortunately, I had only about a quarter mile to the apartment. I park on the street, and get out to try to remove the cone. Yeah, right. I drive a bug. They are about six inches from the ground. And also I have short arms. And also it is hailing outside. Seriously.

So I gather my books and go into the apartment.

Paul calls about three hours later on his way home from school.

E: Hey.
P: Hey, how are you?
E: Not good. I ran over a cone and it got stuck.
P: Where?
E: Under the car.
P: No, I mean where did you run over it?
E: On that bridge.
P: Oh, yeah. I saw that cone. Don’t worry we’ll get it out.

So he comes home and we walk down to the car. On the way I tell him there is no way he can get it out and I try to explain my plan to borrow a long handled broom and he could hold the cone in place while I back up the car. He looks at me and goes, "You have very little faith in me, don’t you?" I sort of shrug in response.

We get to the car and he gets in a push up position on the freezing ground with snow all around and takes a look. He goes to the other side of the car, does a one handed push-up, reaches under and pulls out a broken traffic cone.

And that is when I realized for the second time that I have been dating Clark Kent.