Life's embarrassing moments

Oh yeah - I am so cool in my City vehicle...until one of life's embarrassing moments strikes.

This morning around ten to nine I was driving down Queen Street, one of our main downtown thoroughfares when buddy in the next lane starts drifting over. There was a truck in an alley that looked sort of like he was backing into the street so I think buddy decided to come over into my lane. Me in my GM Sierra Cargo Van (at least that's what I think it is)

So I toot the horn, no response. Hit the horn again in an attempt to not be involved in an accident. Horn deploys all right - it sticks on! And it is *really* loud.

Crikey!!

I quickly pulled over, turned off the beast (feeble hope this would kill the horn) and then popped the hood(thus horn is now even louder with hood open). I'm a girl in panic mode - not thinking clearly about what to do.

Called dispatch. They tried the shop - no reply!

Dispatched mentioned something about fuse. I said I didn't know where they are (remember now there is a LOUD chorus of horn impeding my judgement)

But I drew a deep cleansing breath and located the fuse panel and looked at the chart. And then I tried to remove the one for the horn. I couldn't lift it! More mild panic. Eventually I managed to pry the little bastard out of its slot - blessed silence.

Took the now aptly named "Christine" the psycho van over to the shop for repair. They laughed at me - imagine that. :)

Nice start to the week eh?

And ohmigawd - I like broke my nail! I need time off for a workplace injury...