On Friday morning it was time to go to work. So I went out to my car, started it and put it in reverse to back out of my spot.
And I went forward.
Because I am extremely observant, I quickly surmised that this was bad. Fortunately I park in the yard, so going forward doesn't equal breaking anything. However, going forward instead of reverse does mean my car is broken. Eventually it meant that I needed some shaft in the transmission fixed.
And car trouble is not new to me. What was new is how I reacted. Instead of calling my parents (who, as you'll remember, live like 300 miles away) to bitch/cry at them (because I know the can't fix it), I called Boyfriend. And he helped me solve the problem. My parents didn't even hear about it until way later.
So now, at the age of 29, I am apparently over relying on my parents to fix my problems. Most of them, anyway.