When the door comes off the car, it's time to get a new one.

I thought about a story today, and yes, it is a vineyard story. I'll try to tell it as funny as possible, but it's something that you just HAD to witness for it to be as funny as I think. Because the only people who witnessed this story were Schroeder and I.

A few years ago, Schroeder got to stay the whole week with us at the vineyard house. Usually, we usually just walk everywhere, and if we want to go far, we take the bus. But this time, we wanted to bring over my mom's convertible so we could cruise around the island.

One thing. My mom's car is so freakin old that the inside of the door was coming apart from the actual door. So every time you opened it, it would come apart, but not all the way. My mom taught us a trick, that we all followed very carefully. So every time we had to open the door, the door would actually stay intact. It was something like "hold this and only open it a little way and then hold this and that and then squeeze out and try not to slam the door when you're done."

Haha. And hold it together with popsicle sticks and glue. And then sing it a lullaby and wait until it falls asleep.

So anyway. This is when Schroeder and I were 19 (20?) years old, so one night the whole family went out to a bar and we stayed at the house. Which was actually pretty freakin awesome because we just got to tear shit up there without the family. So we were sitting in the beautiful backyard drinking hella beers and listening to the water from the harbor, when all of the sudden, thunder and lightning galore! And then RAIN! POURING RAIN! So we got inside and Schroeder's first thought is to make a bagel. (It was about 10-11pm)

We actually sort of forgot that the family was out at an OUTDOOR bar, so when they called my cell phone, we were surprised. It was Lucy and she was saying how we needed to take the car and pick them up. It was only about a two minute drive.

So it was decided that we would both go, and Schroeder would drive. (Which doesn't make sense, come to think of it now. The car is a 4 seater, maybe 5 if you are small. We ended up fitting Lucy, my dad, and my mom in the car along with me and Schroeder. Haha, clowns.)

So as we are putting on our shoes, and Schroeder of course is only worried about taking his bagel with him, we BOOK IT out to the car, which is about two inches from the porch, but it's raining so hard we get soaked by the time we get to the car. Now, in a state of rushing, you don't really think of much. Especially when your bagel is getting wet. So I get in the passenger seat and I see Schroeder RIPPING the door open...

...and then the door falling off.

So he shouted some things, and then I laughed. And then in the pouring rain we somehow put it back together. Then he gets in the car and asks me to hold his beloved bagel, the one he somehow still had. Which I then ate. Which he definitely got mad about.

But we brought everybody back safe and sound.

We didn't tell them about the door until a few days later.

It's almost as funny as my sister clogging toilets. All the time.

-Jenny