I’m either freakishly strong or very unlucky.  After returning home recently from errands, I reached for the rear car door handle to get C out of his carseat.  I pulled in the typical fashion, with what I thought was normal, appropriate force.  Instead of the door opening, however, the handle snapped off and skidded across the sidewalk.  I lurched backward in shock, yelling “Holy ****!”  I looked in at C, who looked back at me with eyebrows raised.  He clearly was thinking the same thing that I vocalized for the both of us.  I then looked in front of me at a student who witnessed the entire event.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  While I was thinking about how great of a story he would have for his friends later, I also made myself look even crazier in the process.  I can just hear it now, “You know that lady with the kid?  Well…”

So now we have a rear door that doesn’t work.  There are gaping holes in the car door where the handle should be.  I have no idea if this makes it easier for someone to steal our car.  Although, I take comfort in the belief that on a college campus, the last car that you’d steal would be the one with a carseat in the back.