Can't Even Back Up and Down The Driveway

I am an idiot. I know this because on Monday I backed directly into Annie's truck -- I'll explain after the jump.

Not our truck, but close.

Oh I have plenty of excuses.

1. On Mondays I load the trash cans into the back of the truck, so I couldn't really see out the rear window.
2. We had a new dog in the garage and I was keeping an eye out for him so I didn't accidentally run him over.
3. Annie's truck was parked behind the driveway instead of beside me, like it usually is, so I didn't expect it to be there.
4. And finally, at that hour of the morning I had not yet fully awoken.

Unfortunately, none of those excuses excuse me.

1. It didn't matter that the trash cans were in the back because I didn't look anyway.
2. Annie intended to come out and hold the new dog for me, but I didn't wait for her; otherwise I'd not have been worried about him and she would have seen me approaching her beloved 250.
3. I'm the one who parked Annie's truck behind mine the night before.
4. And finally, I wake up at that time every day for work.

So as you can see, I don't really have a leg to stand on, and as a consequence Annie now has to drive a rental for a few weeks. You see, what with the trash and the dog and the parking, I backed my Ranger full speed right into her truck's driver's side door. I will say this, though, I have very good aim -- all of the (considerable) damage was done to just that door and nothing else.

To make matters worse, in one of those cosmic examples of bad timing I had, just the night before, confidently explained to Annie how her lack of depth perception is the reason she thinks I'm a bad driver, and that in fact she is the one who's a bad driver. Clearly the anser to that little hypothesis is a big fat "WRONG"!

So maybe I can claim that as my excuse -- it's hard to be a good driver when your foot's in your mouth.