But this morning I sneezed, and I came to a sudden crisis point behind the wheel. It wasn’t one of those “Ah-ah-achoo” sneezes where there’s buildup and prep time. It was a sudden nasal geyser. I barely got my arm up, and when I pulled it away from my face, I did so with snot stringers. Goop smeared up onto my glasses and, because the mucous hadn’t just come out my nose, it dripped off my chin. One second, I was driving the kids to school, the next, my face was slime covered.
And the tissues had fallen off the passenger seat into the floor.
“Bless you,” said Caroline.
“Ewww,” said Sam.
It’s not like I was completely unprepared. We all had colds last week, and the kids and I have been coughing up escargot for several days in their aftermath. But the tool I needed sat just beyond my reach at an angle that required me to take my eyes off the road and lunge diagonally forward.
Only twenty years of conditioning doesn’t break easily. The car was still moving, even though my vision was blurred, and I could feel a warm spot growing at the top of my shirt. I tried swiping my face with the other arm, but another sneeze erupted as I did, and now I had two coated arms and a snot-beard. I needed the damned tissues.
But I couldn’t just lean over and get them.
The year I learned to drive, a girl my age crashed. She was driving home from work after dark, and she made a stupid decision. At forty miles an hour, they think she leaned over into the floor of the passenger side to get something. Possibly a CD for the changer. Whatever the object, she did it coming into a curve, and she lost control of the car and plowed into a telephone pole. It was stupid. It was small. And she died.
It’s left me with a lifelong paranoia about keeping my eyes where they need to go.
So instead of ducking over to grab the tissue box, I glanced in the rearview mirror, and, after deciding there was nothing behind me, I hit the brakes. Then I leaned over into the floor.
Caroline said, “What are you doing.”
“Never mind. Play your Angry Birds.”
While I was reaching down, I saw a hoodie I’d stripped off on a warm afternoon. I grabbed it too. I wiped off my chin, cheeks, nose, and neck. That took five tissues. Then I took off my glasses and whipped off my shirt.
“Mom, what are you doing?” That was Sam.
“Changing.”
“Wow. You really got boogers everywhere.”
I wiggled into the hoodie and threw my turtleneck back where the tissues had been. Then, because they were so badly affected, I took a couple more tissues and wiped my glasses down, too.
When I put them back on, I once more checked the rearview and saw a line of three cars stuck behind me. They were waiting politely, because down here, it’s considered rude to lay on the horn in the event of an idiot driver. It is far better to wait while the person in front of you does who-the-hell-knows-what than to beep and let them know you need to pass.
God knows, they’d all just seen me change my shirt.
I waved a thank you over my shoulder and took my foot off the brake.
Sam said, “Yuck.”
I said, “Caroline, can you reach the hand sanitizer back there?”
“I think so, but it’s in the floor under Sam.”
“Just lean forward and get it for me, honey. Mommy needs a bath, but that will have to do.”
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Well first,I’m sorry (and all that entails) because we have all had one of those days, mornings, drop offs, sneezes. Honestly, sometimes just the sneeze itself (esp on the super highways that we take to work every morning) is the reason that we almost have an accident..I’ve been confused and frankly hazed by a good sneeze more than once.
but I applaud for you for using all your best instincts to get those tissues..I also just pull over or stop (obviously not on Rt 78) instead of trying to do it all at one time.
feeling better? 🙂
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Ahah! Yes, doing infinitely better now. Also, I came straight home and BATHED.
I have totally had that kind of day. I hope your day gets better my friend! We need to plan a day to meet half way!
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Ewwwww. That’s a pretty funny story! Had a similar situation the other day but it was my kid waaaay in the back that needed a tissue. They were also out of reach. After months of trying to break her of the habit of wiping snot on her shirt, that is exactly what I told her to do!
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I love that no one honked at you. If you’d been in Richmond, all three cars would have been laying on the horn and at least one of the drivers would have been yelling at you out their window. (So much for southern hospitality in the city that likes to flaunt its southern history.) And I HATE sneezing while driving! I’m always paranoid it will be that one nanosecond of eyes not on the road that will cause me to have an accident.
I would have honked. I would TOTALLY have honked. And I’d have pulled off if one of THEM had honked. Montgomery is so weird!!
That was awesome. I hate to admit it, but this happens to me, like, every few weeks.
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I’m impressed by a few factors in this story. 1) that you thought it best to pull over to the side of the road to get yourself situation (lord knows, we’ve all been there before) and 2) that NO ONE BEEPED A HORN!! lol, I must move there. overanxious beepers drive me crazy.
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You have my sympathies. When I sneeze it’s almost aways in threes and violently. As in, if I don’t gird myself against it, I wouldn’t have to change my shirt, I’d have to change my pants. TMI…
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Because I live in the rudest driving state in the country, I totally can’t get over that no one honked at you! Seriously, what a scary reminder to watch the road. Something as little as leaning over to get something on the floor of the care can cost a life.
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Here’s to feeling better. ‘Coughing up escargot’ is really, REALLY excellent imagery, whatever you had to go through to get it. And, from Sam, you got quite a compliment. 🙂
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Uhm, ewwww!! I’m getting over a cold so I can totally picture that. Yuck yuck yuck!
Oh, and Tara: sneezing or coughing is definitely no fun now that I’ve had two kids…need to do those damn Kegels I guess :p
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Ni-ice. 😉
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Loved the line “Coughing up escargot” because, aside from the lovely garlic butter, mucous is nasty. Blech!
And I pull over for things like that, too. Makes my kids crazy, but I’m not about to get them killed so I can find something.
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Great story! Very funny!
Oh, those life moments. So embarrassing and gross when they’re happening, but great for stories afterward.
Boogies!! Your descriptions made me laugh. I’m glad that you refused to take your eyes off the road though, if only other drivers could be so smart
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This has definitely happened to me. In more TMI, when I can’t reach the kleenex, I roll down the window and flick my boogers out the window. If they won’t come off, I put them under the car seat. I have deemed that under the car seat is the only acceptable place for adults to wipe their boogers.
Good for you for keeping your eyes on the road and stopping when you needed to. Gross, yeah, but a good example for the children! Drivers in my parts are so aggressive–there’s no way they would wait patiently like that!
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I’m a loud sneezer. It’s scary when some unexpected thing comes up that distracts us while driving. Where I live, drivers are all over the place and crazy despite the stringent testing for licenses. Gotta drive so defensively now. Sorry about your snot-fest. Gnarly dude. 😉
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I’ve never read Kafka, but somehow the way you told this story strikes me as being very Kafka-esque. . . very surreal, but something I could totally relate to. I liked the combination of the humor w/ the seriousness of the situation because of the previous accident. Well done!
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This was absolutely hilarious!! I love a good booger story! Also, I need to move where you live. Holding up traffic in my neck of the woods would totally not fly.
You weave an awesome tail even when it’s about buggers. And we always know the difference between a mild sneeze and an explosion. I would have done the same thing…changing in the car.
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hysterical! i know that sneeze well! and also the reach down while driving – definitely risky. wherever you live is way more polite than where i do!
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Great post! “Coughing up escargot” made me giggle. Oh, and how lucky are you to live in a place where drivers are polite?
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“Wow. You got boogers everywhere!” made me laugh out loud. Kids are the best. When life hands you escargot, pull off the road and change your sweatshirt.
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Laughed so much reading this! Sometimes, you just gotta deal with the snot. However you can. Great storytelling!
I love how one of your kids said. “bless you,” and the other said, “gross!” Hilarious story.
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Those were both one hell of a sneeze.
It could have been worse – at least you didn’t pee your pants while sneezing. Standard transmission does not lend itself to crossing your legs I’ve discovered.
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I think this qualified as an emergency. Next time you could hit your hazard lights! (Note to self: buy tissues for the car…)
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This is hilarious. You are brave to write about something disgusting that I think maybe we’ve all experienced…..
That’s one big booger! You needed like a whole sweatshirt to clean up AND sanitizer?!
Very funny.
WG
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Oh, that is kinda funny! The same thing happened to me once when I was taking a important college exam. Talk about embarrassing!
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Bless you for sharing. This kind of crap has happened to all of us at one time or another.
I’m still laughing as I conjure up mental photos. Thanks for making my day.
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