The Right Stuff

I wanted BOGS.  If you don’t know what they are you are probably in the minority, but I will tell you anyway.  They are boots that are not very fashionable, but they are workhorses.  They are great for winter as well as for mucky, muddy, wet, whatever weather where you need something to keep your feet warm and dry.  I scored my daughter’s at the consignment shop where I work (where we have sold over 140 pair this season), and my son’s at a great deal new.  I wanted some for me, but I did not want to pay full price.

See, when you wear a women’s size 12, footwear is more tough to come by.  So when I saw BOGS made some styles in a 12, I was excited.  I stalked many websites and finally found some for almost 60% off from  Woot!  I quickly ordered them hoping they would fit and be comfortable.  They arrived and were perfect!  Well, they are a little tough to get off of my feet, but I loved them and wore them right away.

A few days after my coveted clunky boots arrived, I took my son to a therapy appointment in the morning and we had a little time to waste before bringing him to a birthday party.  We decided to go to a craft store and browse a bit.  I pulled in the parking lot of the store, driving my husband’s little car in my new big BOGS and hit the brake…AND THE GAS at the same time and rammed the front of my husband’s car into the front of the car parked across from me.  Crap. Crap. Crappity Crap.

Now, my last full time job was working in an insurance office where many times I heard the words, “my car was hit in a parking lot and nobody left a note or anything!”  Of course some people were lying.  Well, that was our assumption but there is never any proof but yeah, that’s what people do.  So, I knew that’s what people did.  I got out of my husband’s car and looked at the front end of the car I hit.  It looked fine.  I saw no damage.  I had a choice to make.  Ugh.  Crap.

We were parked closer to the store next door to the craft store so I went in and told the desk what happened and asked to page the owner of the car.  A very nice girl came to the front and I told her what had happened.  She was not concerned.  That surprised me, but I let her know we would be in the craft store and told her to look at her car before she left to make sure she saw no damage.  After about 20 minutes she found me in the store and actually apologized when she said she noticed a broken piece.  I followed her out and sure enough, there was a small piece of plastic that had cracked off and went behind the grill.  Again, I know how insurance works and an accident was not something I needed.  I smiled as I gave her all of my information and asked her to let me know how much the damage was so I could pay it out of pocket.  Smiled.  But…crap.

I did the right thing.  I know that.  I also showed my kid how it is important to do the right thing.  There are so many sayings about doing the right thing.  Google will tell you so many of them if you need some reinforcement.  But you know what?  It’s HARD sometimes.  Standing up for what is right is hard enough, but to sacrifice as well and admit your mistakes is really hard.  I am the type of person who beats myself up for mistakes and hitting a car in a parking lot with my clearance boots on, the week before Christmas when we are also struggling financially is a big one.


I’m not writing this for a kudos-pat-on-the-back-look-how-moral-I-am. I’m writing this because it was not easy. We have choices to make every day and many times we know what the right ones are, but they are still difficult.  It still bugs me.

So, going into the new year, let’s not make huge goals about things that might be out of our reach.  Take the time to encourage yourself to make the right choices even when it’s hard.  You have it in you.  Even if you do the right thing with the wrong attitude.  We are human after all.  I have hope that over time (aka when I pay off that $323 on my credit card), I will feel a little happier about tracking down that girl about her car.  Many times we make what we know is the right decision, but we don’t have the right attitude about it.  That is what I am writing about here.  I think that’s okay.  Just make the right decision and the attitude will…or will not…change later.

For now I am just thinking, “those clearance boots were NOT a good deal.”  Crap.