The peacocks have officially had an adventure! Well, more like i just had an extreme mishap.
It all started when I had to drop my mother off at work. No big deal, right? I know, you're looking at the title now thinking "Her mom works at a cemetary?" The answer is an astounding no. Her occupation really has little to do with the story, so i won't name it.
Anyway, I dropped her off without a hitch. Mind you, it's winter in Minnesota and this is no small feat in itself. I was feeling lucky so I just decided to go for a little drive afterward. This drive led me all across town. I even took a little detour through the ghetto. Risky, yes? Surprisingly my mishap did not happen on the busyish streets downtown or the ghetto. On my way home I was passing Memorial. It brought back memories of when my mom didn't trust me driving so she and I would practice going through the cemetary at 10 mph. Now, I'd never actually seen the cemetary in the winter so I thought to myself, "Why not check it out?"
All was well. The road seemed nice and clear and I was impressed with the city people. Then I noticed that I needed to make a turn. Little did I know this was a fatal mistake. My wheels spun and I panicked. It all happened so fast I hardly remember it. Somehow, I ended up sideways on this little road with my tail end in a drift. I barely had time to hope that I wasn't driving on someone's grandma when the panic set in. I was spinning and going nowhere.
Being 16, I didn't want to have to call my dad, so i tried pushing myself out. Mind you, I was wearing slippers. To push I needed to step into the bank, soaking my feet. Apparently the car was heavier than I thought, so it didn't move. By now I was ready to pull out all the stops. I was going to call the parents.
I reached in my pocket and, low and behold, my phone wasn't in it! Now I was really freaking. I thought I was going to have to walk home, or worse, ask someone in the creepy apartments just outside the gate for help. Neither option seemed appealing, so i checked the inside of my vehicle. Thankfully the phone was just nestled in the passenger seat.
I dialed my dad's number a number of times with no answer.
Now what was I to do?
Call Alex, that's what.
Her house was the closest, and I figured she'd be mostly willing to help. I could tell she was confused when I told her where I was.
Minutes later, I saw the shining lights of her car pulling up to me. I inwardly rejoiced when she and her dad exited and walked up to my car.
To make a long story short, they pushed while I gassed and we eventually succeeded in freeing my little Accord. This triumph was not without its costs, though. Alex had to get new pajamas and her fuzzy socks got wet.
The other downside is her parents now think our group hangs out in cemetaries. And I'm psychotic. Her dad was floored, and I'm pretty sure her mother will no longer let her hang out with me. This blog and facebook may be our only forms of communication from now on.
Regardless of this, I am still really thankful. I don't know what I would have done without them. I do believe I owe them some cookies or something....maybe a trip to Widman's....hopefully the peace offering will bribe them into looking over my nutcase factor.
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