The problems of the tumultuous world crashed into our house at the beginning of June when my Dad got laid off from General Mills after 13 years.
It was not unexpected. Over the last few months, his employer had been giving him busy work, which was not only a waste of time but also prevented him from doing the job he was paid to do. This is what employers do when they are about to lay off a large number of staff, hoping to get them to leave before the layoff to cut down on the unemployment insurance hit.
My Dad had prepared for the eventuality, and the day after he was laid off, he began to work for DoorDash, delivering food, drinks, and groceries to people under the delusion that they could spend double for a bacon cheeseburger because they had a surplus of money and a deficiency of time.
My Dad has never minded working but he doesn’t like leaving Mommy and me at home so once a week we go with him. My Mommy and he talk, and I sit in the back, in my car seat, happy to tag along,
Until they tried to kill me.,
Like all near-death experiences, it began innocently enough. DoorDash gives the workers their assignment through an app, so when Daddy knocked the phone off the holder, and it went flying, he had to find it.
Daddy searched below the seats, pushed the seats back and forth, stuck his hands down the side of the seats, and could not find it. He removed the floor mats to no avail. He was stumped.
The phone had somehow landed perfectly in the track the seats sit in which allows it to go back and forth. Angry that such a freak occurrence had occurred and cost him time and money, he threw the mats in the car, put it in drive, and began to travel.
We were in a parking lot, and the car began to rapidly accelerate towards a row of parked cars. My Dad tried to stop and couldn’t. The floor mat was wedged under the brake, and over the gas. We were a tiny runaway train.
Within seconds of crashing Daddy decided a busted transmission was better than a crash and slipped the car into park.
The angels must have been with us because the slipping of a moving vehicle into park did no damage to the car and the rest of the day occurred without event.
As for me, I am raring to go again.
As long as there is a doggy seat belt.
We're sorry to hear about your dad's job, but glad he found a solution. Dropping things in cars can be a real pain when you try to find the lost object. We're glad to hear everyone was safe after the near accident.
ReplyDeleteYour Dad is very brave to deliver food to strangers so hooray for him. Buckle up Ruby Rose!
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