When we got out to the truck, Brad was a bit concerned about the length. He has a Toyota Tundra with a second row of seats, so the bed of his truck is a little small. I suggested that we take the pipe and set it down against the gate of the bed and then angle it up over the top of the truck so that it wouldn't stick out the back and potentially hit something. Brad agreed and we strapped it in with a bungee and used a piece of board to hold the end down. And since it was getting a little late, we grabbed some take out. He was concerned that it was too tall to go through the drive-thru so we went to Sonic, the whole time worried about it.
The rest of the drive home, I watched it over my shoulder to make sure that it didn't try to blow away or anything else crazy.
We made it home with the pipe in one piece.
Of course, that is, until Brad, deep in conversation drives into the garage without a thought to the pipe and it crumbles like a soda can against the bricks over our garage door.
So today, Brad gets to go pick up another piece of piping. Here's to hoping this one makes it home and up in one piece.
What about you? Have you ever done anything that made you feel special?