Chris' comedy sketch of life continues and I, as his wife and friend, await these little anecdotes like a child does for Christmas.
So, this week he was traveling to the bank and for those of you who do not know what that means, let me expound. The bank is located in Houston at Loop 610 where it intersects with Hwy 290. We do not go there often - maybe once per week - due to the travel time and the cost of gas and the traffic and the kids in the car for that amount of time (which is not sufficient to warrant a movie) and the construction, etc. The most efficient manner of travel is via the Hardy Toll Road, avoiding I-45 completly. This is where we find our Hero....
Some how, during the garage sale over the weekend, the remote for the driveway gate was removed from its perch and placed on the console of the truck. I found it and placed it on the visor, not knowing that the reverse pressure created by the too-fat visor would later effect Chris' drive - I was just getting it out of the way, organizing as it were - and went about my business. During his drive on the Toll Road, he hears a "thwap!" and then a projectile slams into his forehead. He, being completely unaware that the remote was on the visor, was searching for a bullet wound or a bird or something that could have come through. He held his line and finally discovered the remote, but only after having had apoplexy at 80mph.
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