This past weekend was chock full of awesome adventures. Not really, but still...
I got a phone call Friday morning from my sister. She and my mom had been on vacation when her car decided to crap out. Oh no! Evidently, the car is not fixable; I guess it's more to fix than its worth or some such nonsense. They're stuck several hundred miles from home and have no idea how to get back. Talk about stress! So who comes to the rescue? This girl!
I managed to rent a "car hauler" so I could tow the sis' broken car home, loaded up with my 16 year old niece, booked a hotel room where the sis and mom are staying, and hit the road Friday night. The "car hauler" was making a ridiculous amount of noice while cruising down the freeway, so we cranked up the tunes to drown it out. Jamming out to crazy loud Breaking Banjamin and drumming on the steering wheel of course spells out massive trouble. Who knew right?! Hours later and with only 13 miles to our exit, behold! Flashing lights in the rearview mirror. Great! Couldn't just wait 10 freakin minutes couldja popo? After 10 years and lots of stressing out, Mr. Highway Patrol hands me a pretty little ticket with my name on it and a speeding fine of $90 with a warning to "slow your roll". Will do Homie!
Setting cruise control and cranking the tunes back up; we hit the road again for the remaining 13 miles and managed to find our hotel. Oh dear goodness, this hotel! I will never in my life stay there again! I would rather sleep in my car it was that horrendous! I'm not sure if it was just our room since we booked at the last minute, or the hotel in general, but I was so grossed out I couldn't sleep. There were dead bugs in the light fixtures, the door wouldn't open all the way because the shag carpet was too thick, and the room smelled AWFUL! I'm talking fermented-dirty-diaper-under-the-bed-for-days awful. The one and only bed was lumpy and super uncomfortable, and apparently the niece likes to move in her sleep. There was tossing and turning, arms flinging out, legs kicking, and a smack in the face with a pillow a time or two.
No sleep + thought of driving all the way home towing a car = Grumpy Stephi!
The long night is over and morning graced us with its unwanted presence. Joy! We dropped the key off, loaded the car with everyone's crap, and headed over to the service garage to pick up sister's dead ride. The service boys loaded the car on the "hauler" giving us weird looks and making rather condescending comments; asking if we needed them to help pull the car around on the tower, instructing me to stop periodically and check the tow straps, and making sure someone would be home to help unload the car. Really?! We may be girls, but THIS girl used to work in a mechanic's garage. That's right boys! I know how to get down and dirty! I gots this! With a smile, a little waive, and maybe or maybe not a wink we were off... to get breakfast! Luckily there was a Denny's close to the garage so we were able to park at the end of the lot, in a dirt field no less, and grab a table. Hilarity soon ensued!
We weren't even at our table yet, when a group of punky, skinny jean wearing, teenage skater boys walk in. I was a silly teenage girl not too awfully long ago, and since the 16 year old in our group woke up, threw on a pair of jeans, and tossed her hair in a pony tail expecting to sleep in the car on the way home, I knew where this situation was quickly headed. Granted she has a boyfriend, but still! When you're young and stupid you wanna look cute when you see your peers; whether you're going to see them again or not. Needless to say, she was mortified! She hid in the crook of my arm all the way to the table chanting, "Don't look, don't look, don't look!"
Once seated, she propped up her menu and hit behind it because of course Karma was on our side and the hot boys were seated a few tables away and directly in sight of our booth. If we can see them, they can surely see us! And, with Miss Panic Attack throwing a fit and trying desperately to blend in to the tacky fabric of our booth, she was noticed and the group of boys looked over. Oh no! Mass hysteria!
Niece: "Someone trade seasts with me! They can't see me if I'm behind that wall!"
Me: "Dude, they've already seen you. Put the menu down, quit acting like a boob, and they won't care."
Niece: *crusty looks galore*
Because she's so awkwardly uncomfortable being in sight of the hot boys looking like she just rolled out of bed, quite literally in fact, we all had to make fun of her. It's only fair! We're family, it's our God given right to tease! Soon we had her laughing, and with a fluff of the hair, she was fine; back to not caring and enjoying her eggs and bacon.
With the last forkful of pancake eaten, a paid bill, and a potty stop, we were on the road. For real this time! Thankfully, our drive home was fairly uneventful. We got a few funny looks from passing motorists. I guess it's not every day you seen an SUV full of chicks hauling a car across the desert, but whatever. Get used to it biker men because in the words of the lovely Beyonce, "Who runs the world?.. GIRLS!"
With the last forkful of pancake eaten, a paid bill, and a potty stop, we were on the road. For real this time! Thankfully, our drive home was fairly uneventful. We got a few funny looks from passing motorists. I guess it's not every day you seen an SUV full of chicks hauling a car across the desert, but whatever. Get used to it biker men because in the words of the lovely Beyonce, "Who runs the world?.. GIRLS!"
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