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What Would You Call This?

This weekend I needed to leave Joy and Gainesville extra early so I could get home in time to get some rest and get to class early on Monday to register, buy books, etc before class actually begins at 8:30. So, when I realized that it was 9:15 I kinda freaked out and started to get everything packed up really quickly.

This was all going reasonably well, but I couldn’t find my cell phone. So I asked Joy for help with this, and one thing led to another. A few minutes later we weren’t too happy with each other. I did manage to get going around ten though, so I thought that I’d be home around midnight and maybe get six or seven hours of sleep.

That would have worked, but there was a huge traffic jam on the Interstate. This was because they were doing road construction and decided to narrow a three lane highway into just one lane. That would have been fun enough, but I was driving a car with a manual transmission.

Nearly an hour later I was making normal progress again. Things were even going well for almost a whole hour (of course, that includes the time it took me to get gas and such.) Then the car just stopped. I’m on the turnpike between 20 and 30 miles from our apartment, and my car’s engine just dies. Fun!

So, I pull over. I don’t know where I am. I call Joy. I call AAA. I run around on the turnpike to find out what exit I am stopped at. I call my dad. I call Joy again. Then, I decide to start the car again, because… well I forget now. So, the car starts again. I drive six or seven miles down the road. I call AAA and cancel the towing service. The car dies. I call Joy.

We decide that I should just keep going little by little, but then I realize that another bg section of the road that I’ll need to travel is under construction, and it is a bridge. There will be no place to pull off and wait for the car’s engine to play nicely. So I call AAA again. Then they tell me that they’ll get someone out to tow my car. I wait a solid 45 minutes and my phone rings. YEA!! It’s AAA. They tell me that the wrecker will be able to pick me up in 45 minutes. At this point it is late. Joy is asleep. I am bored. There isn’t much to do. I could play the Gameboy or read the Bible.

So I am reading Job and this tow truck driver finally pulls up. He looks pretty freaky to me. Not like big and burly though… like Uncle Fester freaky… only he is wearing a plaid shirt with reflectors on it instead of black or grey. I’ve never seen anything like that guy. He’s also coughing all the time — really phlegmy. He tells me later that he is trying to work the phlegm out and periodically opens the door to the truck to spit on the road as we’re driving along.

Now I am home. The Escort is unpacked. I have a taxi arranged to get me to school early tomorrow morning. I am planning for someone to take me home from school when my class is done, but I have no idea how well that plan will work out. {Sigh} At least I’ll get three hours of sleep though. I just hope that I can wake up for everything.

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