I decided to sell my old TV since I upgraded to an HDTV. I hate trying to give directions to my very rural house, so I decided to meet the buyer in the nearest town. I put the TV set in the back of the Kia, secure it so it cannot fall forward when I hit the brakes, and cushion the glass tube. I go to pull out of my inclined driveway and the TV tips backwards (which I swore it could not do) and smashes the rear window. Doh!
I am boned, so I might as well make the meeting then head to the car wash to vacuum up my stupidity. At the designated meet spot, I discover a small shard of glass that was resting on my palm by grabbing the door handle and lodging it deeper into my palm. Ouch! After much blood and cursing, I pull it out and proptly lodge it into my other hand. OUCH!
I band-aid myself up and meet the guy, who is cool about the broken glass and we get the TV loaded into his truck. I head to three different self-service car washes before I find one with a working coin changer and vacuum most of the glass. Did I mention that I neglected to wear a hat or gloves and it is freezing and snowing? Doh!

