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.