The Car Window

So once upon a time I broke the car and for once it wasn't body damage like all the other times:

1. The time Grandma backed into and scraped the drivers side door then pulled forward for good measure
2. The time I was babysitting and the couple backed into my door
3. The time I backed into the dumbest pole ever
4. The time I was at a stop sign and that guy who was parked illegally in the road backed into the back of my car
5. The time I got dive-bombed by a cat sized seagull and panicked and hit the gas instead of the break
6. The time I pulled too far forward in the parking spot at school and dented my bumper

Nope. This time it was the window.

But it wasn't my fault! Except just a little bit. Landon keeps saying it had nothing to do with me and more to do with the fact that my car is old. But it never would have happened if I wasn't being lazy and had harebrained ideas.

I had the day off and decided to run into town and spend some of my birthday money and also get a birthday gift for my mother-in-law. I noticed a little bit of slush on my front passenger window but was all "eh, it's fine I don't feel like scraping the car. There is snow on the ground and I am wearing knitted flats. Whatever". Then as I was driving down the street I noticed that the slush was preventing me from actually seeing my side mirror. Obviously it would have been too easy to pull into a parking lot and get out and scrape the window because knitted flats in the blizzard. SO smart. I just thought I could roll down the window a little bit and the roll it back up enough to displace the slush.

Then it happened.

The window got about half way down and stopped. I pushed up. I pushed down. The window wouldn't budge. But I had errands so I kept driving thinking "maybe it's just cold. That could totally cause it right?" I would occasionally push the button up and down only to be met with an awful grinding noise which hinted at not just cold gears. I sent Landon a text at work and was told just to pull on the window so it would be closed and we could fix it later {which would require some amount of upper body strength. Which I do not have} When I informed my husband that I can't do that he told me to just call Grandpa and ask him what to do {umm, Grandpa, I'm an idiot got the window stuck down in a blizzard, what do I do? righttttt}

At this point I turned around and drove home and sat in my driveway watching snow fall into my car, Googling ways to fix the window without having to call Grandpa. Eventually I realized that wasn't going to work so I stuck a towel over the window, ghetto style, and went in the house to call Grandpa.

When Landon got home he got the window up. It turns out that when your window is stuck half way all you have to do is push the button down and pull up at the same time {huh....}

It's up for the time being. But it evidently needs a new part due in part to the part being old and in part to being cold. So it really wasn't my fault. But it wouldn't have happened if I wasn't a bonehead who thought it was smart to just roll down the window in the middle of winter.