So this day turned out to be a mixture of good and bad!
I had my second life time make over and was SO thrilled! She brought out a short haired wig and said "let's try this!" I've never been big on short hair, but I nodded and said "OK", all the while thinking 'yeh, yeh, let's get this out of the way and get back to the long pretty hair." You just can't imagine the shock I felt when I looked in the mirror and LOVED it! Needless to say, the new hair went home with me. So now thanks to Jon Davis, I had a new make over, new hair, and a new look that I adore!
OK, that was good part . . .
So I go out that night and have a pretty good time. Everyone is gushing over my new look and I myself am thrilled to death. Eventually the night draws to a close and its time to head for the hotel I have rented so I wont have far to drive with a few drinks in me. I skipped dinner, sort of a guilt thing trying to get that girlish figure, so I decide to stop at Whataburger for something to eat. No exaggerating, there are only four cars in front of me and in 20 minutes they have not moved. Eventually I decided that I'd had enough and attempted to leave by driving over the curb in my truck. This was when I found out that it was not a small curb, but a curb with a 1 foot drop on the other side. I discovered this when I found my truck high centered, rear wheels spinning, and four cars behind me with honking horns. I recall one person shouting something about "stupid red neck bi$%#!" and I of course kept my mouth shut as I had just clearly proven her point for her.
There I am, truck high centered, rear wheel smoking when I tried to back up, when up walks the young man from the truck behind me. He asked which tire was spinning and I told him I didn't have a clue. Of course at this point I had already tried to get my car loose with no success and was close to tears. He said "No problem" and started jumping up and down on my bumper telling me to try and back it up. This did not work. At this point I was SO scared! He said "No problem sweat heart" and went back to his truck where he got a tow strap, connected his truck and mine, and told me to try and back up with him and "Don't hit my truck". It took several tries, with screaming tires and white smoke every where, but he DID get my car loose.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hug him and tell him he was my hero, but I also knew the more I interacted with him, the more likely it was he was going to peg me and freak. In the long run, I got to the window and told the clerk that I was buying breakfast for the two cars behind me.
Now think about this. While not drunk, I DID have a few drinks in me and I've just blocked and halted a working business, and all of this while cross dressed. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out I was only moments away from spending the night in jail if these guys hadn't helped me get the truck out. Talk about SCARED!
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