This should have been posted on the 4th. eeep.
This is my late entry for Awesome August for August 4th. There will be a second part posted later today (the 11th). I'll move this to my fic journal later also.
Traffic
There's a busted water main or gas line, something like that on Maple Avenue. There's road resurfacing on Carlson Boulevard so traffic has been narrowed down to two lanes there causing a minor traffic jam. Lance figures he's lived in the area long enough that he can take a different route without getting too off course and it won't take as long as it would if he'd gotten mixed up in the traffic jam. Its a good plan, he thinks as he zips along through one neighborhood after another, he just has to stop and get dinner and then hopefully get back to the house before the food is stone cold. He makes a left onto Evans Drive and spots an orange construction sign up ahead designating another detour. The restaurant isn't far, maybe three blocks away, if that. So as long as the detour doesn't route him further than that, things will be just fine.
Ten minutes later, he slides back into the car and places the bags of food on the passenger seat. Dingo and Foster try to swarm into the seat from the back of the car and Lance pushes them away. "Settle down you two. No people food for you."
He's stopped at a red light at the corner of Clarkston and Pine when JC calls wanting to know where Lance and the food is. JC jokingly accuses Lance of taking a 'scenic route' so that he can eat all the food without JC. Lance reminds him that JC was the one who selected the restaurant for the evening and how lucky he'd been that Lance was going to be passing through that area and willing to pick dinner up.
Less than fifteen minutes from JC's house the dogs decide to make an attempt at the bags of food. Lance takes his eyes off the road for just a moment while he tries to push them into the backseat once again and the next thing he knows he's hit something and the airbags deploy as the car comes to an abrupt stop. The dogs are fine, Lance has a busted lip from where the airbag hit him in the face and there's food all over the floorboard of the passenger side of the car. The front end of his car is crumpled around what remains of brick wall. With shaking hands he finds his phone where its wedged in between on the floor in the mess of spilled food and calls JC to come get the dogs so that Lance doesn't have to worry about the dogs on-top of everything else that is happening. He stares at the front of his car and thanks whoever is listening that he hadn't hit another person. JC arrives to take control of the dogs just as the police show up to the scene.
Its while dealing with the police officer that Lance discovers that he's been driving around with expired license plates. He tries not to cringe as the police officer makes a note of that fact. Then Lance can't find his copy of his insurance information in the mess that is his glove box. The cop frowns and makes another note in his notebook. Dingo has somehow managed to slip out of his collar and is running around barking at the tow truck driver and the various people that have gathered around to gawk at the accident. Another notation in the police officer's notebook. Lance watches as JC finally manages to corral Dingo without anything else happening, like Dingo biting someone. Lance thinks if that had happened it would have just been the final straw to the lousy turn the evening had taken.
.... end, for now....
Traffic
There's a busted water main or gas line, something like that on Maple Avenue. There's road resurfacing on Carlson Boulevard so traffic has been narrowed down to two lanes there causing a minor traffic jam. Lance figures he's lived in the area long enough that he can take a different route without getting too off course and it won't take as long as it would if he'd gotten mixed up in the traffic jam. Its a good plan, he thinks as he zips along through one neighborhood after another, he just has to stop and get dinner and then hopefully get back to the house before the food is stone cold. He makes a left onto Evans Drive and spots an orange construction sign up ahead designating another detour. The restaurant isn't far, maybe three blocks away, if that. So as long as the detour doesn't route him further than that, things will be just fine.
Ten minutes later, he slides back into the car and places the bags of food on the passenger seat. Dingo and Foster try to swarm into the seat from the back of the car and Lance pushes them away. "Settle down you two. No people food for you."
He's stopped at a red light at the corner of Clarkston and Pine when JC calls wanting to know where Lance and the food is. JC jokingly accuses Lance of taking a 'scenic route' so that he can eat all the food without JC. Lance reminds him that JC was the one who selected the restaurant for the evening and how lucky he'd been that Lance was going to be passing through that area and willing to pick dinner up.
Less than fifteen minutes from JC's house the dogs decide to make an attempt at the bags of food. Lance takes his eyes off the road for just a moment while he tries to push them into the backseat once again and the next thing he knows he's hit something and the airbags deploy as the car comes to an abrupt stop. The dogs are fine, Lance has a busted lip from where the airbag hit him in the face and there's food all over the floorboard of the passenger side of the car. The front end of his car is crumpled around what remains of brick wall. With shaking hands he finds his phone where its wedged in between on the floor in the mess of spilled food and calls JC to come get the dogs so that Lance doesn't have to worry about the dogs on-top of everything else that is happening. He stares at the front of his car and thanks whoever is listening that he hadn't hit another person. JC arrives to take control of the dogs just as the police show up to the scene.
Its while dealing with the police officer that Lance discovers that he's been driving around with expired license plates. He tries not to cringe as the police officer makes a note of that fact. Then Lance can't find his copy of his insurance information in the mess that is his glove box. The cop frowns and makes another note in his notebook. Dingo has somehow managed to slip out of his collar and is running around barking at the tow truck driver and the various people that have gathered around to gawk at the accident. Another notation in the police officer's notebook. Lance watches as JC finally manages to corral Dingo without anything else happening, like Dingo biting someone. Lance thinks if that had happened it would have just been the final straw to the lousy turn the evening had taken.
.... end, for now....