Nothing underscores gratitude like overhearing just enough of someone else’s conversation to be grateful you are not them.
Case in point, as overheard at a gas station yesterday: “I can still smell the shit stain on the backseat.”
And no, they were not cracking even the smallest smile. It also wasn’t clear that there was either an animal or a child in the backseat. But what I found most surprising is any lack of humor, because at our house no matter how big the shitstorm is (literal or figurative), we always find it a little bit humorous. Okay, sometimes a VERY little bit. But still.
Anyway, we have gratitude to the mishap gods that today is not our day to be scrubbing excrement from the backseat of our car.