Get car window fixed.

Get car window fixed.

So, funny story. My car automatic windows have some sort of electrical short. Some do not work at all and some work semi-dependably. If only I knew someone who knew something about electrical who could fix that---but I digress. The driver's side window works but only if you press on the lower left corner at a 45-degree angle. Not ideal, but crucial to have some functionality for drive-thru service. There is nothing more embarassing than having to open your door at a fast food drive-thru. I know this from experience.

OK I promised a funny story and I realize this is not yet funny. Read on.

So today I stopped at delicious sandwich shop for lunch (Kneaders has awesome focaccia bread and their turkey is super-delish). I paid for the sandwich at the first window. All was going well. I had two super-slow cars between me and the pick-up window and it was freezing outside so I rolled my window up to keep in some warmth, leaving about a half-inch space at the top--just enough so the cold air didn't get in but not all the way so I didn't feel like I was closing-out the teller next to me at the window. Weird, now that I think about it but whatever.

So the car ahead of me moves forward and I decide I should roll my window back down. Well, the window wasn't going down, and, as I mentioned before, I did not want to embarass myself by having to open my car door for the sandwich. So, one alternative method that has worked for me in the past is pushing down a little on the window while pushing the down button. That gives it a little jolt and then it usually complies. Well, not this time. (This is where the story, in hindsight, gets funny). I put my hand (specifically my fingers) through the space at the top and pushed the window down while pressing the down button. But instead of doing DOWN, the window went up. On my fingers. Crushing them.

There was a lot of pain here. And then terror because the button was NOT working at ALL and my fingers were already turning blue. Wow, if I thought opening the door for a sandwich was embarassing, having to scream for help from the teller for this would really be humiliation beyond compare. At one point I saw the teller looking at me. It was good to know I could cry to her for help (I had images of her chucking her till through my car window), but I kept a straight face the entire time. I think I even smiled. Her look was a mixed one of puzzlement and horror. After the longest minute of the day for sure, the window did come down. I non-chalantly took my hand inside and drove forward to pick up my sandwich like nothing had happened. Like I meant to do that.
I know you're all wondering, but yes, the sandwich was delicious. Oh, and the damage to my hand? Amazingly minimal and the pain surprisingly short-lived.
I really should give thanks here because this was all no-doubt an answer to my desperate prayer between the probably-inappropriate expletives in my head.
Just another day in my life. Oh, and I looked for a picture to go with the story but I quickly decided against it. Piece of advice? Don't ever google "missing fingers photos". Pretty disturbing stuff.