Apparently I don't know my own strength...

So... funny story: I got off work early today. An exciting fact to be sure, except for what I'm about to tell you. I head out to my car, I think I was even humming a little tune. I walk up to my car, grab the door handle like normal, and pull it. POW! The whole handle comes off my door! (A little back story: about a year or so ago, we were on a road trip and had stopped for some dinner. One of our friends came running up to our door to try and "scare us" and jumped up against our car window and somehow their belt buckle hung itself on our door handle, ripping a piece off from around the lock. Since we didn't consider it a necessary piece, and it's usually on the expensive side, we've yet to repair it.)

Anyway, moving on... it's never been more apparent how important that piece actually was until this moment. So, I'm standing there, in the middle of the parking lot, with a chrome handle in my hand, the door lock hanging out of a hole in the door, and my mouth agape. I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't even open my door! I didn't know I was such a beast! So, I opened the back door and reached to the driver's door
and opened it from the inside. Looks like tomorrow I will be making a trip to the Nissan dealership to get it repaired. Until then, I guess I'll hafta settle for entering my car Dukes of Hazzard style. Lol!! Isn't that a mental picture! Ugh. Everybody pray that we have favor tomorrow with the dealership and get an amazing deal. (And by amazing, I mean cheap.)

Good times and celebrations,
jerskuh