I Was Assaulted By A Visor

Friday evening before sunset: Time for the family scenic drive out into the country where I listen to my son and father complain about the improper grating of the gravel roads as I enjoy the view of the vast open spaces.

The three of us got into the truck- The Teenager was in charge of driving us old folks around. Dad took the backseat, even though I offered him the front. In hindsight, I wonder if he knew what was going to happen.

We endured miles of washboarded roads. Other roads were nothing but chunks of rock and pockets of deep crevices- I would have been mourning the loss of my Yaris if I attempted to drive it out there.

And the sun still blazed brightly.

However, we were almost home and I didn’t need to use the visor anymore, so I put it back in place.


The next thing I knew, the visor came straight down onto my kneecap. Do not be deceived- they may be small but they are mighty.

It really hurt!

My son thought it was hilarious. So much so that he had to stop the truck until he quit laughing.

Meanwhile, I began thinking about what kind of peg leg I wanted because clearly this injury was going to end with an amputation.

My family told me to suck it up and I’d be fine. They didn’t appreciate my dramatic flair.


Did you notice the glorious tan lines on my feet?

WHO IS BEING OVERLY DRAMATIC NOW?! That stupid visor gave me a bruise!

My father has approximately all kinds of vehicles growing like grass in the backyard, so he was able to find a spare visor to replace the one that assaulted me.

…but I’m sure I’m going to keep hearing about how I broke his truck.

Until I have my leg amputated.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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  1. “approximately all kinds of vehicles growing like grass in the backyard”
    Wish I thought of that line.

    If you lose your leg by visor, you’ll at least have a great ice breaker. A lot of farmers here are missing a finger and love to regale others with stories of finger separation.

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