That's how I live my life. I take the no good, horrible, rotten, bad day events and try to find the humor. Or at least tell myself one day this too will be a funny story.
Today for instance. It's foggy, I turn on my headlights, and as I am known to do, I left them on. Much later when I got in the car, I realized I had a dead battery.
Here's where it gets funny.
The handle to the driver's door isn't working. I have to roll down the window to open my door with the outside handle. But I have power windows, so I can't get out. The passenger seat is full of boxes and bags, inventory for my shop. So is the back seat, but I think I can wiggle between the seats and get out the back.
But do I really want to? I have my phone, my daughter is on her way to help. I could just sit in the car and be fine.....
Except, as soon as I think that, I realize I have to go to the bathroom. I suffer through several minutes of toe tapping, debating the worth of wiggling, before I decide I have to go. I can't wait.
It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, and as my butt was stuck up in the windshield, while I contorted my way to freedom, all without wetting my pants, I knew, this will be a funny story.
It pairs nicely with me getting stuck inside the car, due to the handle (again) only the windows were frozen shut and I was wearing a skirt and decided dignity was a nice thing and just waited until the car was literally an oven and the windows unstuck.
I think this door handle business is only going to be funny for about two more stuck in the car stories!