|We were about 30 miles out from the airport,|
in the middle of nowhere when...
After some praying and a couple minutes of driving,
fighting flashbacks from college when I had a loser of a car,
maybe some cussing (not in the same breath)
I see this glorious place.
Meanwhile, I am scoping out the place for a getaway, grabbing a pen in the car for a weapon, realizing my cell phone has NO SERVICE and no one knows I am here and my kids are in the car.
Then I give him a small tip and get his business card because I realize if I breakdown, he will be the one to save us. We begin the trek to the dealership and get a hold of my husband on my oldest child's $9.99/month trac fone. It's working great. Just great.
My husband grabs a cab and tells me to call the company vehicle maintenance people. I'm instructed to "Pull over immediately", and a tow truck will come get us. After driving 38 MPH with the flashers on with people angrily passing, this is a welcome thought. We pull into a shut down diner, however there is a lovely Subway right across the street.
|Did I mention the Subway is inside the convenience store. I mean, that is convenient. |
We make ourselves at home while he handles arrangements.
|Dog food, water, and pepsi!|
"Mom, did that cashier have a mullet?"
Later that night, we let the kids watch the TV version of Joe Dirt with their friends. I figured after everything else they had seen that day, it should be the least of my worries.