Life Lesson
I have a bobo on my forehead. I hit it with my trunk lid while putting a sack of topsoil in the trunk. I felt very much the fool then, and I still feel very much the fool. Apparently, fully opening my trunk lid is a skill I have failed to master, even at my advanced age. I compound the sin by having done it before, reaching in to get my golf clubs. You’d think I’d learn, but apparently it is not a lesson my brain wants to register.
This morning I thought briefly about seeing if I could install cylinders that would fully open the truck when I freed it from its latch. A manual version of the automatic opener that comes standard on almost all SUVs, and probably modern sedans. I don’t know. Of course, it seems silly to pay money to do something I should know to do, but isn’t that what technology is for, to eliminate or compensate for human error.
I suppose I should be thankful it wasn’t something more serious, but generally speaking I try to stay safe, and I’ve made it a good way into a human life span to think the approach has paid off. Of course, they say luck is preparation-meeting-opportunity, which means I should probably practice opening my trunk so that my muscles remember what to do the next time the opportunity presents itself. Although, the truly American way would be to buy a newer vehicle.