A Terrible Evening
I had a horrible night and it all started yesterday with a bike ride.
So we wanted to take advantage of a beautiful day and broke out the bikes for a trip through the national park system that is near us. The ride went well but as we were packing up to leave Justin left his riding gloves on the hood of the car. Of course we did not realize this until much later when we got home. Justin was a little disappointed since they were something that I had gotten him for his birthday last year.
Flash forward to today. Today was one of the few days this year that I had to drive Justins car into work. He was taking the Cobalt down to Dayton for work since the Honda is getting up there in years and we are trying to prolong its life. So I finished up work today and I thought that I would go pick up dinner. So I stopped, grabbed some soup to go and thought that I would stop by the park on my way home to find Justins gloves for him. I could just imagine his look of surprise and happiness when I would present him the gloves, somewhat dusty from being in the parking lot, but safe and whole. Then I would break out dinner and spend the evening relaxing. It was going to be a nice night.
SO I drive all the way out to the lot where we were parked at yesterday. It was overflow parking, and a bit removed from the normal area, so I was the only car there. But hey, easier to find gloves right? Only I could not find the damn things. Discouraged I hopped back in the car to head home. At least I could still give him some dinner.
The damn car would not start.
I tried and tried and tried. No luck. So I tried to call Justin, only no answer. I figured he was working out at the gym (which I later found to be correct) and would not have his cell phone on him. Joy. So resigned to waiting I broke out the soup and ate it alone in an abandoned parking lot. This evening was not looking so good anymore.
As I was staring out into the trees wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess, I thought to try my parents. I mean they lived far away but at least they could give me a number to call for a tow truck. This proved to be correct and after listening to my Moms fears about me being kidnapped (not that there was anyone around to do any kidnapping), got the number I needed.
Called the towing place. Only since I had no idea the name of the road that I was on they said that they could not help me. So much for the cavalry. I hung up the phone in disgust. Maybe I should have told them my terrible fears of being kidnapped OMG and thrown in a few tears for good measure.
Now irritated I started walking. I was going to find that street name dammit even if I had to walk 10 miles to get it. And the tow truck people would come. And then I would finally get the hell home.
Halfway through my hike my husband called me back. The wonderful man was searching for me. I had to break the bad news about his car to him. He took it well considering. But the best part was that he was on his way. I am saved. Wooo!
So back to the empty parking lot. I get back there just as Justin is pulling in, with the name of the street that he turned down handy. Called the damn towing place again. In the meantime we searched for his gloves. Justin told me that I am more entertaining than any sitcom he could watch. I take this as a compliment.
So the truck finally arrives. I am cold as hell by now and loosing feeling in my fingers. I dont care though I am almost out of there. The guy walks over, takes a look at the car and announces that the battery is dead. -_____-
Shit. Well now I feel stupid and irritated. How the hell was I supposed to know that anyway? The lights in the car came on and the sun roof worked all these facts pointing to the car having power. So after charging the battery back up the car starts up like nothing ever happened (I felt like kicking it at this point). Then the guy announces that it will come to $45 for that. No problem, I offer him the debit card but he says that he only takes cash. Dammit....again. So I offer to drive up the gas station and get cash from the ATM, because hey at this point I do not want to be left in a abandoned parking lot with some guy I dont know.
I zoom away leaving my husband to guard the cars. Halfway down the street I notice I have his cell phone as well as mine. Great. Now I have left my husband alone with some guy in the middle of no where with no way to call out. Paranoid? Maybe. I just call it an active imagination.
So get to the gas station and my cell rings. It is Justin using the towing guys phone. They are going to meet me at the gas station. So with my fears somewhat aleviated I pull the money out and wait. They pull up, I give the guy his money +$15 to thank him for the mess we caused.
He pulls away and Justin turns to me and says "he wanted to buy one of the monitors that I had in the backseat from me. But I told him no since they were my companies property. Oh and I guess he is a convicted felon" Ha! My fears were warranted for once. I guess he had told Justin that piece of information in passing and did not elaborate....but still. So now not only am I completely retarded when it comes to cars I have now endangered my husbands well being. Awesome. I just want to go home.
We finally get home and I tell Justin how sorry I am. All I wanted was to surprise him with his gloves and dinner. He said that he was surprised all right....just in a different way. He even said that he had fun. Yup trust me to unintentionally provide entertainment for the night. xD
The end.
...we never found the damn gloves either.
So we wanted to take advantage of a beautiful day and broke out the bikes for a trip through the national park system that is near us. The ride went well but as we were packing up to leave Justin left his riding gloves on the hood of the car. Of course we did not realize this until much later when we got home. Justin was a little disappointed since they were something that I had gotten him for his birthday last year.
Flash forward to today. Today was one of the few days this year that I had to drive Justins car into work. He was taking the Cobalt down to Dayton for work since the Honda is getting up there in years and we are trying to prolong its life. So I finished up work today and I thought that I would go pick up dinner. So I stopped, grabbed some soup to go and thought that I would stop by the park on my way home to find Justins gloves for him. I could just imagine his look of surprise and happiness when I would present him the gloves, somewhat dusty from being in the parking lot, but safe and whole. Then I would break out dinner and spend the evening relaxing. It was going to be a nice night.
SO I drive all the way out to the lot where we were parked at yesterday. It was overflow parking, and a bit removed from the normal area, so I was the only car there. But hey, easier to find gloves right? Only I could not find the damn things. Discouraged I hopped back in the car to head home. At least I could still give him some dinner.
The damn car would not start.
I tried and tried and tried. No luck. So I tried to call Justin, only no answer. I figured he was working out at the gym (which I later found to be correct) and would not have his cell phone on him. Joy. So resigned to waiting I broke out the soup and ate it alone in an abandoned parking lot. This evening was not looking so good anymore.
As I was staring out into the trees wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess, I thought to try my parents. I mean they lived far away but at least they could give me a number to call for a tow truck. This proved to be correct and after listening to my Moms fears about me being kidnapped (not that there was anyone around to do any kidnapping), got the number I needed.
Called the towing place. Only since I had no idea the name of the road that I was on they said that they could not help me. So much for the cavalry. I hung up the phone in disgust. Maybe I should have told them my terrible fears of being kidnapped OMG and thrown in a few tears for good measure.
Now irritated I started walking. I was going to find that street name dammit even if I had to walk 10 miles to get it. And the tow truck people would come. And then I would finally get the hell home.
Halfway through my hike my husband called me back. The wonderful man was searching for me. I had to break the bad news about his car to him. He took it well considering. But the best part was that he was on his way. I am saved. Wooo!
So back to the empty parking lot. I get back there just as Justin is pulling in, with the name of the street that he turned down handy. Called the damn towing place again. In the meantime we searched for his gloves. Justin told me that I am more entertaining than any sitcom he could watch. I take this as a compliment.
So the truck finally arrives. I am cold as hell by now and loosing feeling in my fingers. I dont care though I am almost out of there. The guy walks over, takes a look at the car and announces that the battery is dead. -_____-
Shit. Well now I feel stupid and irritated. How the hell was I supposed to know that anyway? The lights in the car came on and the sun roof worked all these facts pointing to the car having power. So after charging the battery back up the car starts up like nothing ever happened (I felt like kicking it at this point). Then the guy announces that it will come to $45 for that. No problem, I offer him the debit card but he says that he only takes cash. Dammit....again. So I offer to drive up the gas station and get cash from the ATM, because hey at this point I do not want to be left in a abandoned parking lot with some guy I dont know.
I zoom away leaving my husband to guard the cars. Halfway down the street I notice I have his cell phone as well as mine. Great. Now I have left my husband alone with some guy in the middle of no where with no way to call out. Paranoid? Maybe. I just call it an active imagination.
So get to the gas station and my cell rings. It is Justin using the towing guys phone. They are going to meet me at the gas station. So with my fears somewhat aleviated I pull the money out and wait. They pull up, I give the guy his money +$15 to thank him for the mess we caused.
He pulls away and Justin turns to me and says "he wanted to buy one of the monitors that I had in the backseat from me. But I told him no since they were my companies property. Oh and I guess he is a convicted felon" Ha! My fears were warranted for once. I guess he had told Justin that piece of information in passing and did not elaborate....but still. So now not only am I completely retarded when it comes to cars I have now endangered my husbands well being. Awesome. I just want to go home.
We finally get home and I tell Justin how sorry I am. All I wanted was to surprise him with his gloves and dinner. He said that he was surprised all right....just in a different way. He even said that he had fun. Yup trust me to unintentionally provide entertainment for the night. xD
The end.
...we never found the damn gloves either.