How Did You Not Feel That?

It's the winter of 2011 around late February. If everyone(especially in the Midwest and East) recalls, lots of snow. So my oldest daughter at the time, has had her driver's license for about 2 months. Let me preface by saying that my daughter is a better driver than me now (If you don't believe me, read the post "Employee of the Month"). So my wife and I never hesitate to let her use one of our cars when she needs it. Well, It's a Tuesday night around 7:00 P.M. and she has asked if she can use the car to pick up her friend and drive to their weekly dance class. Hmm? Should I let her take the car or should I get off my ass that is securely planted on my couch watching some sporting event of some kind? Of course, she can take it. All I ask is for her to call me when she gets to the dance studio to make sure she got there safely. Off she goes and I assume the relaxation position. About 2 minutes later the house phone rings and I see on the caller ID my daughters name and cell phone number. UH OH!  This cannot be good. My daughter in a half panic mode says "Dad, I'm about a block away from the house and I think there is something stuck under the car." So, I throw on my winter coat and boots and head out of my garage. Now garbage and recycling pick up is on Wednesday mornings, so I always put out the garbage can and recycling bin on Tuesday nights which I did that earlier that evening. When I get out on my driveway, I don't see either of them. Hmmm? Did I not put them out? I know I did and I even look into my garage and see they are not there. It's pitch black outside but I look around and finally see where the recycling bin is. It is directly across the street from my house on my neighbor's lawn which is about 200 feet away! I put the recycling bin back and start walking down my block where I can see my wife's Honda Pilot is idling. (If you don't know what a Honda Pilot is, it's one of the Steroid SUV's that women in my neighborhood are issued at the maternity ward of our local hospital after the birth of their 2nd child.). I get to the car and can see that our garbage can is wedged under the car. I go to the driver's side window to talk to my daughter. I ask "Are you alright?" She replies "Yes"  I then say "Our garbage can is wedged under the car. Shut off the engine and I'm going to pull it out". She turns off the car and I go under the car from the back to get the can out. Oh yeah, it's also about 20 degrees outside. (Thought I'd throw that in to let you now how crappy it was outside). I'm pulling the garbage can and cannot unwedge it. I mean this sucker is stuck. I then tell my daughter "You're going to have to pull up a bit while I unwedge the can." She says "No problem" She starts the car and I get to the back under the car. I then jump up and run to her window again and say "Listen, whatever you do, do not put the car in reverse! You do that and Mom has to start checking out J-Date". She pulls up and I get the can out. I kiss her goodbye and off she goes to her dance class. She gets home about 2 hours later and my wife and I greet her as she comes in. My wife is the concerned parent asking if she is OK. After she says she's fine, I couldn't contain myself so I asked her "When you were pulling the car out of the garage, did you not feel yourself hitting both the garbage can and the recycling bin?" She replied "I thought I was going over a snow bank on the driveway" I replied calmly, "Well, I'm impressed that you knocked the recycling bin that far and surprised that the mailbox is still standing."