Wow.
Today was so.... what's the word... weird. At the same time, everything that happened was so typical of a normal day for me. This is how it went- I was at Lauren's house when I got a call at 11am (I was still asleep when my phone went off) from my mom. She asked me to run a few errands for her since she had a meeting in the middle of the day. She asked me to drop some clothes off at the dry cleaners and pick my brother up from school at 2pm. Me being a lovely daughter (and me really having no say in it), I told my mom of course I would do those things. I went to the dry cleaners and walked in with a yellow basket filled with fancy, dirty clothes. My mom instructed me to just dump all of the clothes on the counter and they would do the rest. A little nervous from my lack of experience with the dry cleaners, I did exactly what she said. I dumped the clothes out into a huge mound on the counter in front of the old man in charge of the joint. He started separating the clothes into shirts and pants. I took a breath and just stepped back until he said something to me about when the clothes would be ready or what my name was or whatever dry cleaner men do. Suddenly, something caught my eye. I looked over at the mound of clothes being separated and saw a pair of underwear. Not just any underwear, but my dad's used underwear. I quickly darted to the counter and stuck my hand in the mound. The man looked slightly confused and I realized that maybe I should tell him what I was doing. "Uh, these aren't supposed to be in there.. I think... I mean it's my dad's dirty underwear." The man looked up at me with a confused glare and licked his lips nervously. He kind of brushed it off, but me being nervous and awkward, I kept talking. "I don't think my dad wants these dry cleaned. In fact I have no clue why they're in here," I said throwing the underwear back in the basket. "It's not like they're fancy underwear.. or anything..." Then I look up to see him holding one of my dad's work-shirts. The shirt is worn and has at least one hundred individual splatters of paint on it. He hands it over to me and says, "I suppose this isn't supposed to be in here either." "Yeah, there's no going back for that shirt..." Eventually I just kinda run out of the store and slump into the car seat with intentions to never show my face in that place again. (Sorry mom). Just about 20 minutes later, I find myself in the school parking lot. Riley wasn't supposed to come out of the school for another 20 minutes, so I decided to listen to my music in the car while I waited. I knew I was using up the car battery, but I didn't realize how much. Right as Riley walks out of the school, the car shuts off. I figured it did that because it wanted to conserve the car battery. Little did I know, that was the last breath of the car. As Riley sat in the passenger seat, telling me how happy he was to get out of school early, I turn the ignition of the car. The car makes a wheezing noise, almost like a raspy cough from someone who has been smoking for 40 years. I turn the key over and over again to only discover that the car is dead. I drained all of the battery listening to One Direction's new album. Was it worth it? Maybe not, but it happened. Not surprisingly, that wasn't the first time that had happened to me. I knew that I had to find a car with jumper cables so we could get the show on the road. That was a lot harder than I thought. Every car I saw was being driven by a student who was eager to get the heck off of the school's campus. The first thing I thought of was to call my knight in shining armor- Darren. Being the lovely boyfriend he is, he dropped what he was doing and met me at the school. We got some really sketchy looking jumper cables that were apparently used by my grandfather his whole life from the back of the car. Darren set everything up and started his car. The knobs on his end started smoking and we panicked. He shut his car off and tried again. After the second time, we realized that the cables were no good and probably extremely dangerous, so we took them off and tossed them aside. It was time to get help from the schools administration. I grabbed my brother and we went scouting for a new savior. Just someone with some reliable jumper cables would do. One of the school officers drove up to the school and I caught him just in time. When I asked him if he had any, he said he didn't, but let me into the school and helped me find someone who did. After a good 15 minutes of everyone in the front office contacting other staff, no one had any cables. That really surprised me because I live in GREENE COUNTY. I mean, any good ol' greene citizen should have a pair of those things in the back of their toyota. It just seemed like thing. Obviously not. I went back outside to meet up with Darren and tell him the bad news, but I saw darren's car was gone. I panicked a little, wondering why he would leave me here stranded at the place I finally left for good. Then i realized that Darren would never do that to me; he probably was on a mission to help me out for good. I got my phone, called him, and that's exactly what the sucker was doing. Darren went to go get some new jumper cables. He was able to buy some at a gas station across the street. He came back in a matter of seconds with a brand new pair that looked way more reliable than the vintage ones we used previously. We pulled them out of the package and Darren hooked those suckers up to the car. Once again, something started smoking, and the plastic around the cable started melting away right before our eyes. Darren unplugged everything and looked frustrated. We didn't know WHAT the problem was. He went out and got new ones and everything, and my car still wasn't starting. But then, my genius of a brother noticed something- Darren accidentally switched the positive and negative ends. After praising my brother for realizing the mistake, Darren fixed it and started his car up. But get this guys. Darren's car ran out of battery too. We all just stood there dumbfounded. Darren looked angry, Riley looked irritated, and I just didn't know what the heck was going on. After calming the boys down, I decided that it was time to ask the guy parked behind me for help. I noticed him earlier, but figured it wasn't worth talking to him since we had 'everything figured out'. I started walking towards his truck, and he shook his head and laughed. I didn't even have to say anything and he knew what he needed to do. The poor guy was probably getting a kick out of us trying to do this on our own for the last 45 minutes. Long story short, the friendly man helped both me and Darren's dead cars out. He brought them to life with his very own, non-melted jumper chords. We thanked him and went about our day. Ladies and gentlemen, you may be thinking I have the worst luck in the world. However, this is just my life. It's a series of slip-ups and mistakes and awkward moments. I love it though. I wouldn't change a thing. Wanna know why? Because I can tell people all about my bad luck and to see them laugh about it makes me happy. These things make for good stories. Oh, and also, I had a GREAT rest of the day after that. So great, that I completely forgot about the bad luck I had earlier. I don't know why I am saying "bad luck" because I don't even believe in that. But whatever, you get the point. Regardless of what happens to you, it's always possible to make your day a great day. And thats what I did. Oh, and always tell people about the dumb parts of your day. It makes it easier to recover from the anger and awkward feelings and usually ends up being way funnier when you play it in your head.
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Mom
1/12/2015 02:49:28 am
Your summary is a reflection of your wisdom beyond your years...except when it comes to auto mechanics. Stick with writing babe! I'm thinking you should do all my errands when your home, just so I have something fun to read about! <3 U!
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