The Gas Station at the Center of the Universe
I'm pretty thoroughly convinced that there's some sort of warp in the space-time continuum about where my work is located. Sort of a point where the twisting and turnings of various potentialities meet and wash against each other. There have been more chance meetings of old friends at the right moment than I've ever imagined. And the night before last, it happened to me, too. Again, actually. I've run into old managers that live far away (actually, he lives in Middleton, but he goes to work the other direction from the gas station where I work), old friends and friends of friends, and many/much more.
Anyhow, I'm cleaning out the women's bathroom, and I'm just headed back to get another roll of paper towels when the girl who'd entered the store moments before (and that I wasn't really paying attention to...I was at the "Urrrrg, I just wanna go home" point :-3 ) accosts me. It's Brandy, prolly my best friend through high school, and someone I've been actively searching for since, well, since I graduated three and a half years ago...we both played French horn and have known each other since I was a Freshman. In another one of those weird twists of reality that I'm convinced are following me around, she was the childhood best friend of Jeff, my oldest friend who I had known since 6th grade and also played French horn with, but he dropped out of band.
Anyhow, Brandy (and her boyfriend) had been attacked by the person she was living with, and the police had come and given her (and her boyfriend) a ride away from there (leaving all her stuff behind). Cue warping of time and space: The cop gave them a ride to his next stopping point. Bet you can't guess where that was! Oh wait, I already told you. Anyways, yeah, that's how they got to be at the gas station.
So they're staying with me until we can get them someplace to stay. Tomorrow night I'm going to kick them out of my room and make them sleep on the hida-bed in the other room, because I want some sleep. *dies* :-P
I'm enjoying my job because I get to meet people from all over the country (and sometimes the world), and they each have a different story to tell of how they came to the point where they are now, a little gas station at the top of the hill: 44 Quick Stop. I wish I could remember any of them. All I 'member offhand was there was a guy from Letha, a little tiny town by Emmett who walked to the Canyon County courthouse in Caldwell for a hearing on a DUI (they'd taken his driver's license away). It was over 100, and so he stopped at a little gas station at the top of the hill for a drink of water and because he couldn't walk any further (It's a good 20-30 miles between Letha and the courthouse), so he asked to borrow our phone and beg for a ride.
In other news, Brandy says I look much older than I did, and very handsome. o.0 I think she's crazy. :-P It must be the hair...six months ago I had very, very short hair, and people were asking me when I graduate from high school. I haven't cut my hair since that time, and my bangs are long enough to touch my nose and my hair can reach the nape of my neck. And the average guess of ages for me is 25. :-P
Anyhow, I'm cleaning out the women's bathroom, and I'm just headed back to get another roll of paper towels when the girl who'd entered the store moments before (and that I wasn't really paying attention to...I was at the "Urrrrg, I just wanna go home" point :-3 ) accosts me. It's Brandy, prolly my best friend through high school, and someone I've been actively searching for since, well, since I graduated three and a half years ago...we both played French horn and have known each other since I was a Freshman. In another one of those weird twists of reality that I'm convinced are following me around, she was the childhood best friend of Jeff, my oldest friend who I had known since 6th grade and also played French horn with, but he dropped out of band.
Anyhow, Brandy (and her boyfriend) had been attacked by the person she was living with, and the police had come and given her (and her boyfriend) a ride away from there (leaving all her stuff behind). Cue warping of time and space: The cop gave them a ride to his next stopping point. Bet you can't guess where that was! Oh wait, I already told you. Anyways, yeah, that's how they got to be at the gas station.
So they're staying with me until we can get them someplace to stay. Tomorrow night I'm going to kick them out of my room and make them sleep on the hida-bed in the other room, because I want some sleep. *dies* :-P
I'm enjoying my job because I get to meet people from all over the country (and sometimes the world), and they each have a different story to tell of how they came to the point where they are now, a little gas station at the top of the hill: 44 Quick Stop. I wish I could remember any of them. All I 'member offhand was there was a guy from Letha, a little tiny town by Emmett who walked to the Canyon County courthouse in Caldwell for a hearing on a DUI (they'd taken his driver's license away). It was over 100, and so he stopped at a little gas station at the top of the hill for a drink of water and because he couldn't walk any further (It's a good 20-30 miles between Letha and the courthouse), so he asked to borrow our phone and beg for a ride.
In other news, Brandy says I look much older than I did, and very handsome. o.0 I think she's crazy. :-P It must be the hair...six months ago I had very, very short hair, and people were asking me when I graduate from high school. I haven't cut my hair since that time, and my bangs are long enough to touch my nose and my hair can reach the nape of my neck. And the average guess of ages for me is 25. :-P