All's well that ends well, or
Jul. 6th, 2005 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokeThis is why concrete roads were invented, isn't it?
Well, I meant to do this before leaving for work, but here I am on my lunch break instead. I have a tape to change, after all. ^^
I had a tape to change yesterday, too. When I came home from work. I have to drive down a dirt road to do so, and well. I thought I was being smart. I'd been having trouble with the mud and everything and I thought I would cut through the neighbor's yard down there to avoid the small pond that was the road.
I didn't count on the ground being worse in the yard than on the road. Hindsight, of course, points out many uselful things - such as the ground that's regularly driven on being packed harder and less likely to become smushy car-devouring mud. And that perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to try and back up and get myself out of that mess.
I hate hindsight. And I know I'm not the first person to feel this way, so I'd like to know how it is that no one has killed it yet.
So I grab my things and walk up to the trailer, noticing how wonderfully squishy the ground is - yay, my new shoes are aquring a patina of use! x.x And luckily enough, my brother was there. Woke him up and we went down to look at the car. He was going to try to push it out himself, but I'd gotten myself well and truly buried in there, so nothing doing. Then we came back and Larry woke up Dad.
Once upon a time, Dad would have been a real jerk about being woken up like this. He was remarkably calm about it, instead. ^^;; On the other hand, I was freaking slightly. Got a chain from Dad, though, and went out to Larry's boss's house to borrow the truck.
Of course, the truck was dead. Had to be, you know. x.x By now I have ten minutes of lunch left, and there's no way I'm going to make it back to work on time. So I ask Larry if he can just take me to work, and he's worrying about how I'm going to get home in the morning, because he'll be gone. Which was kind of sweet, considering. And we figured I'd have to call a tow truck when I got home.
I ended up only being about 15 minutes late. Something about me squeaking through the store in my soaked shoes lent some crediblity to my story. Nevermind having to bum a ride home from a friend. Though we actually got to talking more as she was taking me home than the whole time when we're at work. It was nice. ^_^
Get home in the morning, Larry has been talking to one of the neighbors, so it ended up being him to pull me out - I was so happy I wasn't going to have to have her towed (and embarrassed and I had to go the bank) that I went and took her through a carwash, so she is now shinely clean.
I am now going to run late getting back to work. ^^;;;
Well, I meant to do this before leaving for work, but here I am on my lunch break instead. I have a tape to change, after all. ^^
I had a tape to change yesterday, too. When I came home from work. I have to drive down a dirt road to do so, and well. I thought I was being smart. I'd been having trouble with the mud and everything and I thought I would cut through the neighbor's yard down there to avoid the small pond that was the road.
I didn't count on the ground being worse in the yard than on the road. Hindsight, of course, points out many uselful things - such as the ground that's regularly driven on being packed harder and less likely to become smushy car-devouring mud. And that perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to try and back up and get myself out of that mess.
I hate hindsight. And I know I'm not the first person to feel this way, so I'd like to know how it is that no one has killed it yet.
So I grab my things and walk up to the trailer, noticing how wonderfully squishy the ground is - yay, my new shoes are aquring a patina of use! x.x And luckily enough, my brother was there. Woke him up and we went down to look at the car. He was going to try to push it out himself, but I'd gotten myself well and truly buried in there, so nothing doing. Then we came back and Larry woke up Dad.
Once upon a time, Dad would have been a real jerk about being woken up like this. He was remarkably calm about it, instead. ^^;; On the other hand, I was freaking slightly. Got a chain from Dad, though, and went out to Larry's boss's house to borrow the truck.
Of course, the truck was dead. Had to be, you know. x.x By now I have ten minutes of lunch left, and there's no way I'm going to make it back to work on time. So I ask Larry if he can just take me to work, and he's worrying about how I'm going to get home in the morning, because he'll be gone. Which was kind of sweet, considering. And we figured I'd have to call a tow truck when I got home.
I ended up only being about 15 minutes late. Something about me squeaking through the store in my soaked shoes lent some crediblity to my story. Nevermind having to bum a ride home from a friend. Though we actually got to talking more as she was taking me home than the whole time when we're at work. It was nice. ^_^
Get home in the morning, Larry has been talking to one of the neighbors, so it ended up being him to pull me out - I was so happy I wasn't going to have to have her towed (and embarrassed and I had to go the bank) that I went and took her through a carwash, so she is now shinely clean.
I am now going to run late getting back to work. ^^;;;
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