MI­NOR SPEEDBUMPS OF LIFE

IT’S AMAZ­ING HOW MINDSETS CAN CHANGE IN THE SPACE OF A FEW MONTHS TO MAKE US RE­ALISE WHAT RE­ALLY MAT­TERS IS HEALTH AND HAP­PI­NESS

Life & Style Weekend - - TUGBOAT TALES - WORDS: ASH­LEY ROBIN­SON

Things don’t hap­pen in threes in my fam­ily. No, in the Robin­sons’ world, they have at least five cracks at bad things hap­pen­ing.

During the peak hol­i­day sea­son, the week be­tween Christ­mas and New Year, I had just got­ten home from work one stink­ing-hot af­ter­noon and got a call from my young bloke to tell me that his car had bro­ken down on top of Alex hill where he and his fam­ily were hav­ing a pic­nic.

Every park was taken and he had parked on the grass.

Now the car was dead as a door­nail.

My job was to pick up the fam­ily and take them home while he waited for the RACQ, and I se­cretly hoped a coun­cil park­ing of­fi­cer would turn up and test out old mate’s pa­tience.

A few weeks later, my wife’s car mys­te­ri­ously got a dent in the back door with an un­named driver at the wheel.

I was told that some­one must have run into it while it was parked in the pub­lic car park.

I took it to my mate at Woodriff Smash Re­pairs, who pointed out quickly that there was only two ways the dent could have hap­pened: ei­ther a bol­lard was driv­ing by and pressed it­self against the door or more than likely the un­named driver sideswiped a bol­lard.

Did I men­tion while I took old mate’s car to the panel shop she had my car which she backed into a post?

Ap­par­ently, she was wait­ing for the beeper to go off as she re­versed but, sadly, the car is not fit­ted with a beeper.

It does have a reversing cam­era, so she could ac­tu­ally watch her­self back into the pole.

This was all in 24 hours.

Then a short time later, my daugh­ter-in-law is in her garage with the tail­gate up on her wagon when her tiny lit­tle an­gelic daugh­ter pushes the re­mote for the roller door and it closes on said tail­gate.

Not a bad ef­fort: cur­rently three cars wounded – not mor­tally, but all car­ry­ing an in­jury.

Strangely, none of this up­set me or any mem­ber of the fam­ily (which ac­tu­ally means my­self or my son as the fe­males in the fam­ily aren’t ex­actly car-con­scious and what­ever prob­lems hap­pen with ve­hi­cles, no mat­ter who has caused them, comes down to a boy’s prob­lem to get them fixed).

A cou­ple of weeks later, I got a call from the young bloke who said, “That’s it. We are now bat­ting 100 per cent: four from four.” “Please ex­plain,” I laughed. He told me that his car had just been side-swiped in front of his house by an L-plater.

Now the past seven months that we have had has turned out to be a good lev­eller be­cause nor­mally four dents in four cars would be a drama.

But, in fact, it has prob­a­bly been a nearly hu­mor­ous dis­trac­tion.

It prob­a­bly won’t be quite as funny when I pay the bills but it is amaz­ing the dif­fer­ence in my re­ac­tion – and my young bloke, for that mat­ter – be­cause it doesn’t re­ally mat­ter as long as ev­ery­one is healthy and no one got hurt... only my dwin­dling bank bal­ance.

As they say, money can’t buy hap­pi­ness, but if you have enough left to buy beer, it’s the next best thing.

“... SADLY, THE CAR IS NOT FIT­TED WITH A BEEPER. IT DOES HAVE A REVERSING CAM­ERA, SO SHE COULD AC­TU­ALLY WATCH HER­SELF BACK INTO THE POLE.”

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