Got a story for you, Ags
Hello all!
I know it's been absolutely ages since I last posted and I had originally intended on making my re-appearance to LJ a profound and deeply moving summation of my first year of college. However, instead, I shall recount my harrowing tale of driving home from Texas.
I left San Antonio at 5 am (I had stayed with Kat because we floated down the Guadalupe river earlier, and New Braunfels was closer to San Antonio than College Station) going north on I-35. All was going well until I get pulled over for my very first time. The officer walks up and asks for my insurance, which I give him, until he says "This is expired" and I think to myself "OH SHIT." This is when I realize that my new and current insurance form is packed in the box with the stuff from my desk, which is impossible to get to in my very packed car. Luckily, he only gave me a warning on the insurance part, but I did get a ticket...There were literally cops every 20 miles on that stretch, and unfortunately for me, I was hit by the first one, so I didn't even get the chance to slow down. That kinda stunk, but not the worst part of my day.
I had finally made it through the dreaded state of Arkansas and was rejoicing when Mom called. Right after I hang up with her, the cruise control stops, and I look at my gauges, and realize that the next exit which I was going to turn off for gas was not coming soon enough. Luckily, I was able to get off of the road. I tried calling 911, just to see if anybody could help me. My cell phone wouldn't make the call. So then I called the operator, who connected me to closest police station. They gave me some numbers of towing services....but none of them went through, except one guy who answered, and as soon as I said my name, said "I don't want any and go f*** off" and proceded to hang up. I was already scared enough, but then the realization that I was stranded in Missouri with no one to help me really sent me into hysterics. I tried the last number again and got an answering machine, so I left a message asking for a number where I could reach someone who could help me. After that I called Mom again, kept my blinkers on and popped the hood, hoping for someone to stop to help. Mom was looking for towing services near Cooter, Missouri (I know, weird name, even in my state, I was still immature enough to find that slightly humorous), when the last number I dialed called me. He had originally thought me to be a telemarketer and that's why he hung up. He said he wasn't a towing service, but he did have a truck and offered to help me. He finally pulled up and filled my car with a few gallons of gas, which was enough to get me to the next exit with a gas station. Thank goodness for him, because for the hour that I was stranded, not one car stopped, so I would have been there for a while.
The rest of the drive was uneventful but horrendously long and I was very glad to be home. Now that I'll have time and the gumption to actually post entries again, I'll probably do the profound one soon. Have a great night everyone!
I know it's been absolutely ages since I last posted and I had originally intended on making my re-appearance to LJ a profound and deeply moving summation of my first year of college. However, instead, I shall recount my harrowing tale of driving home from Texas.
I left San Antonio at 5 am (I had stayed with Kat because we floated down the Guadalupe river earlier, and New Braunfels was closer to San Antonio than College Station) going north on I-35. All was going well until I get pulled over for my very first time. The officer walks up and asks for my insurance, which I give him, until he says "This is expired" and I think to myself "OH SHIT." This is when I realize that my new and current insurance form is packed in the box with the stuff from my desk, which is impossible to get to in my very packed car. Luckily, he only gave me a warning on the insurance part, but I did get a ticket...There were literally cops every 20 miles on that stretch, and unfortunately for me, I was hit by the first one, so I didn't even get the chance to slow down. That kinda stunk, but not the worst part of my day.
I had finally made it through the dreaded state of Arkansas and was rejoicing when Mom called. Right after I hang up with her, the cruise control stops, and I look at my gauges, and realize that the next exit which I was going to turn off for gas was not coming soon enough. Luckily, I was able to get off of the road. I tried calling 911, just to see if anybody could help me. My cell phone wouldn't make the call. So then I called the operator, who connected me to closest police station. They gave me some numbers of towing services....but none of them went through, except one guy who answered, and as soon as I said my name, said "I don't want any and go f*** off" and proceded to hang up. I was already scared enough, but then the realization that I was stranded in Missouri with no one to help me really sent me into hysterics. I tried the last number again and got an answering machine, so I left a message asking for a number where I could reach someone who could help me. After that I called Mom again, kept my blinkers on and popped the hood, hoping for someone to stop to help. Mom was looking for towing services near Cooter, Missouri (I know, weird name, even in my state, I was still immature enough to find that slightly humorous), when the last number I dialed called me. He had originally thought me to be a telemarketer and that's why he hung up. He said he wasn't a towing service, but he did have a truck and offered to help me. He finally pulled up and filled my car with a few gallons of gas, which was enough to get me to the next exit with a gas station. Thank goodness for him, because for the hour that I was stranded, not one car stopped, so I would have been there for a while.
The rest of the drive was uneventful but horrendously long and I was very glad to be home. Now that I'll have time and the gumption to actually post entries again, I'll probably do the profound one soon. Have a great night everyone!