The Driveway and the Doorbell
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”
Have you ever done or been caught doing something silly/stupid with someone else? To preserve your diginity you pinky swear: “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”
Well, I’m telling. It’s just too good a story to pass up and my husband doesn’t read my blog anyway so he’ll never know. So don’t tell, okay? Pinkie swear?
Here’s the story…
Yesterday we attended the house-warming open house for a good friend of ours. The printed directions included a photo of Mike and Wendy’s new home.
As Gerry and I were driving up Mike’s street, I held the directions out and said, “Here’s a photo of the house.”
Gerry glanced at it and we continued up the street. The house numbers indicated we were getting closer. Then we saw a line of cars on the side of the street.
“That must be it,” Gerry said.
He pulled in to the driveway.
Luckily, before he turned off the car, I said, “What are you doing? This isn’t the house.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“It’s the next one. With all the cars in front of it.” Then I said, “I thought you were pulling in to this driveway so that you could park on the street in front of that other car.”
OOPS!
So we backed out of Mike’s neighbor’s driveway and parked on the side of the street.
As we walked up the driveway to Mike and Wendy’s home, Gerry told me the reason he thought the other house was Mike’s was because the picture I’d shown him on the directions was white. Too late it occurred to him that the directions had been printed on our black and white laser printer.
We laughed together as we walked in to the garage. Gerry knew that I’d be quick to share this funny mix-up with our friends.
I stepped up to the door and pressed the doorbell.
OOPS! It wasn’t a doorbell. It was the garage door opener. Gerry laughed as I quickly pressed the button again to put the door back up.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell!”
And we didn’t.
When we left their home Gerry commented that we had parked closer than he thought. I pointed out that the dark blue Subaru he was looking at wasn’t our dark blue Subaru.
OOPS!
Many times when we do stupid or silly things like this we feel embarrassed. I know I did when I pushed the button for the garage door.
But if we never share life’s little OOPSies with others they don’t get to laugh at our expense. 
We visited Gerry’s Mom and brother after we left Mike and Wendy’s house. We told the story of the driveway and the doorbell. We all laughed. I’m so glad we told.
