June 9, 2018-- Was that Right?

June 9, 2018, 

Today is the day I realize how much of a let down I am to my father. Today is the day that I realize that learning the difference between left and right is very important to surviving  the adult world. 

A few nights ago I had the honor of working the closing shift at Olive Garden. This meant that it was approximately midnight when I was granted freedom. I was so excited to finally be off work and able to go and jump directly in my bed. So excited that I almost did not realize what had happened. 

As I am turning out of the parking lot, I hear a rapid ticking noise coming from the dash of my car. I looked up to discover that my back right blinker is not working. Now if you are anything like me, this is the point that major anxiety kicks in. This comes alongside a rapid heartbeat, sweaty palms, and major paranoia that you are going to be pulled over. But, like always, after a panicked phone call to my Mom I was reassured and home bound. 

That leads us to today. The day that proves I am 100% my mom. 

Since I decided to be a big girl and move five hours away from home, I was all alone in the process of replacing my blinker. (and yes, I know there is no such thing as blinker fluid.. haha) So, like any practical college student, I decide to call my mom for advice. Mothers know best, right? Wrong. 

This is how our conversation went:

Me:It would be so funny if I changed the wrong blinker. That would be my luck.

Mom: Haley, don't be ridiculous. YOU WOULD NEVER DO THAT.(Keep that statement in mind for later.)

 After a pep talk from my mom and my dad tagging me in a YouTube tutorial on Facebook (thanks for embarrassing me in front of my friends, dad.) I was ready to begin the process of changing my blinker. So, flash forward to a few minutes later and I am in the middle of my neighborhood climbing into the trunk of my car to change a blinker (because that is how the professionals do it, right?). After about a fifteen minute process of me sitting in the trunk of my car and fighting with wires, I finally figured out how to change the bulb (at least I thought.) 

With the flip of a switch, I soon discover the blinker didn't work. 

Once again, like any practical college student, I call Mom because mothers know best, right? Once again, wrong. Since I had bought a two pack of bulbs, she told me to try the other bulb because the first one may have been a dud. Makes sense, right? Sure. 

So, I climb back in the trunk of my car and repeat the grueling process of fighting this bulb to fit the socket. Once again, the blinker did not work. 

It was at this moment I discovered that I had let down my father. Not only was I incapable of performing one of the simplest task, but I was incapable of telling my left from right. Yep, I had changed the wrong blinker. Toby Coe, the man of all talents, had raised a daughter that could not tell her left from her right. Proud moment. 

So, 

1. Always remember that when you climb into a trunk of a car and face the back blinker, your left is now your right. 

2. Never call my mom for car repair advice. Call my dad. In this case,  my dad knows best.