so all this happened yesterday. i wrote it down as soon as i got home cause i didn't want to forget any of it. it's a great story! the stuff in parenthesis is the stuff i'm thinking now. you know, my brain's not like a steel trap.
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guess what time it is. exactly 12:01 am. yep, you heard me right. in the morning. there's so much stuff to write about it isn't even funny. what shall i begin with? maybe the event that's freshest in my mind. stranded on the side of 95. (plays the harp)
Route 95 that is. yep, the big 'i' itself. and to think it all started with an innocent notion of going to the crystal mall. *sigh* that was what we thought, shana and i. and thankfully, we got there.
we were all shopped out and on our way home when...(dum dum dummmmmm) the car shuts off. the good ol mercedes benz that is the pride and joy of shana's father shuts off.
first of all, we're on a piece of the highway whose traffic has been converged into one lane because of night time paving. and we were fine until we got to the end of the construction. we can see the last cone that blocks the high speed lane. it's less than 16 paces away. God kept us out of the high speed lane. who knows what could have happened. (like we switch into the lane then break down and the person behind us doesn't notice and slams into us. pleasant)
so shana pulls into the break-down lane. genius traffic slows down for a short while (is that an oxy moron?) then i guess people thought it was okay to go 60mph past a broken down car on a one lane highway. so they did.
shana was freaking out. she knew enough to call 911 and get us some help. she explained the sit to whomever she was speaking to and they said a cop was on his way. cool.
by this time, every fifth driver that passed us beeped their horn. cause let me tell you that we were so bored we decided to be like all the other cool kids and sit on the side of a one lane highway. yes, thank you.
we sat in that spot for a while. shana ate some of the chicken she had bought. juanzah (shana's son) stopped saying our names and was content to forget about his lack of the precious commodity that is his juice to watch the big trucks pass. me? playing 'collapse' on my phone, thinking. could there possibly be a reason we're stuck here? nah. are you sure? no. why not? then i started a convo with shana about church. i didn't figure much out except for the fact that the church had nothing to offer her. not ours anyway. i asked why she didn't go to her grandmother's. she seemed to like it there better. she said her mom didn't let her take the car. i learned some more things that i can't remember right now but i'm sure they will surface when the time is right. things about her you can't get from talking on the phone.
we saw the cop. he was in the opened left lane. we figured he saw us and as he took the off-ramp in front of us, figured he was turning around. about an hour later, he'll show up in this story. bless him.
let me tell you the construction crew started moving up to where we were parked. one even came over to see what was up. why? not out of male chivalry, that's for sure. they needed to finish paving and we, the damsels, were in their way. excuse me? what? like i stated before...we were bored.
we weren't moving! we couldn't! not without a tow truck! one of the guys (not a cute one) suggested they push us out of the way. good. nice man. then the cutest one has to go ruin it. "i don't get paid to push." wow. woooooow. that is just SO great. you wawnt us to move, yet you refuse to help. i wasn't pushing that tank either! not just me! i needed some help! shana, getting all black on him says "no one aksed you to!" *shakes her head* (sometimes i wish there was an off button.) so, the construction guys figure that since we don't know when the tow truck was coming they were going to push us into the left breakdown/grass lane. nice guys. skeeches. i felt bad cause they were pushing us and i offered to help but shana told me not to. i hate relying on a guy when i can do something to help. (anyways!)
NOW shana had to call the cop back and tell him we were on the opposite side of the road. shana was scared someone might hit us and so we moved juanzah's seat to the other side of the car. he was snoring by this time. (he's so cute!)
to make this long story shorter (so i can sleep) the cop showed up. he was nice.
Ok, so i forgot the good samaritain that came to our rescue after the road pavers. (tho i wouldn't call them rescuers...) big red dump truck thing pulls over beside us and asks if we need help. (again...we were bored.) we tell him the sit (what a coincidence! he's cute! then again, it is dark.) he pulls up in front of us and gets out his tools and things. think any of us can find the pull for the hood? no. he finds it for us and checks stuff inside. (i didn't have time to notice what exactly he was checking because...)shana's still freaking out, worrying her dad will freak casue someone else is touching his car. please. as this point to me any help is welcome help. (unless you're a creep...*cough*paver*cough*) i expalin my theory to her. she still wants him to stop. i told her to tell the guy herself if she wants him to stop and explain why. she doesn't. (things aren't looking up at this point, the cop hasn't come and we're sick of sitting there. so i tell her to grab my hand and we're gonna pray. i can't pray out loud! so we don't. then i buck up and say this real cheezy prayer, but thank goodness God didn't think it was!)
he tells us he thinks it's a problem with the fuel pump and tells us he'll be right back, he was going to get something for us. we tell him we're thankful but we couldn't guarantee we'd be here when he got back. he said that was cool, he'd just have the extra whatever for later. and he left. nice guy.
then the cop came. finally. then when the tow truck came shana, juanzah and i loaded into the cop car. cop cars are niiiiiiiice! he drove us to the rest stop off the exit where shana's dad was waiting for us. and here i am.
BED!
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THE END! remember when i said "there's so much stuff to write about it isn't even funny."? remember that? there is. but i'm not going to put it on this entry. it's far too long, so if you're lucky you'll catch me tomorrow. OH! psst! there's 2 new listings i've joined! luvs! - Weller