Wagon Adventures O.O
What started as a funny story to blog about turned into 3 stories between friday night and saturday night (June 4). Enjoy...
It's friday night, I'm about to go get daniel and my parent's decide they are in the mood for pizza. So my mom gives me $15 and tells me to go to Dominoes (the same parking lot as Bilo (where daniel works) (my brother) and get a Large Cheese pizza. So I go there and one of the delivery people is walking out and she tells me that the store is closed, only deliveries after 10:00PM. So she asks me if I live close by, she'll be glad to deliver it. "No, can you deliver it there though?", I point to my car (parked horizontally across 4 spaces (lazy dolt!) "No, I really can't do that," she says as she starts to walk back into the store, then she turns around, "if you want I can deliver it to the Sphinx across the street though?" O.O o_O "Okay, sure, One large cheese pizza." She comes back a minute later, "It'll be about 15 minutes, the driver will stop by you before going out to his other stop, is that your car?" I say yes. "Okay, I'll tell him to look for it." So I'm sitting in the parking lot of a gas station waiting to have pizza delivered to me. I tipped the guy $1.00...not sure what is customary for a 'cross the street delivery but whatever. At home my dad "did" the Digorno (spelled wrong, live with it, I tried a few ways and I'm too lazy to look it up) commercial as I walked in "It's not delivery! It's Digjorno!"
I couldn't get to sleep until around 3:30...this Burroughs guy is some writer :-/ I've already devoured (laxatives speed this process along) three of his Barsoom Series books. He's a writer from the early 1900's, invented Tarzan, "old style" language, crazy writing style, try putting it down :( Moving on....
At 8:00 the rotary phone on my desk goes off....goes off as in you *hear* it...dead sleep, dead...sound proof coffin...you wake up....I mumble "Hello?". It's my mom, "Hey you left your phone hear and the alarm went off so I figured you wanted to get up." So I'm off to my parent's house to have breakfast, having not actually wanted to get up at 8:00 in the morning... Okay, mom's got a field trip taking the local high school band to some function....she gets to the school and forgets something, she calls me and asks me to bring it to her. I grab the stuff and head down to the high school. Right on the turn for Country Club Road and Highway 14 (for the one or two readers that actually leave around where I do) I see her bus pulling out and she stopped in the middle of the road to say something, figuring she had to leave earlier then she thought, and not wanting to stop in traffic, and just not thinking, I pulled off to the side of the road. It looked like a lot of high grass....only some of it was higher then the rest, just the same height on the surface...yeah....DITCH! :-/ car slid in, back wheel in the air, and there is now a huge station wagon almost completly sideways in a huge ditch beside a huge cliff next to a stream and stuff....Minutes later my dad pulls up in the big red van we got from his brother (Uncle) in New York (with the cool amber yellow strobe light on top!) and after breaking two chains trying to pull it out, we are forced to call a tow truck. By this time a cop has shown up, lights flashing, and asks me what happened, I tell him, he asks for my license...back pocket is t3h empty....he writes down my full name and birthday and walks back to the car. Another cop car parks in front of dad's van. (another one passed us about this time but he is unimportant, so don't worry about him, well he's important but not in this story, or any of my stories...yet...no that's not an omnipotent yet either!) (almost forgot) While waiting the other cop car left leaving us with the first. He didn't charge me with anything, no tickets or nuthin. I think w00t works here...While he was in his car I noticed the laptop had a Motorola logo on it but looked just like a Panasonic Toughbook, so dad and I go over to talk to him about it. Turns out it's replacing the toughbooks at Greer's precint (prolly elsewhere too) and he likes *much* better then his old Panasonic. Gonna have to check thos out. About 20 minutes later the huge tow truck (not no regular rollback) from Barne's shows up and attempts to pull it out, and is not having much luck, especially as the back of the car comes closer and closer to the guard rail! Finally they are able to get it out with some creative hooking up of the chains and it's sitting diagonal across Highway 14 (2 lane major road of greer) I dig the dirt out of the muffler, my dad digs some dirt caught between bumper, and we go up to meet the truck at a close by parking lot (that motorcycle shop thingy) $65! (maybe a scan later, complete with reciept written out to John LeiWoods :-/ Southerners suck like that!
Okay, now tonight around 8:00 I head out to Wal-Mart, really bored, nothing going on. As I got close Big Pimpin' (with Linkin Park) came on the radio and I turned up the bass and turned up the volume, turned on to Highway 29 (4 lane major road) and drive out to Pleasantburg Drive and then down E. Lee (it's something else after awhile, then something else) back to Greer (I'm sure I have at least one reader that lives near me) As I pass the Bilo where daniel works some rap song goes off (it's been mostly rap the entire trip, when the signal goes out or the song sucks and I change stations, the 80's Rock song makes me feel less "black" Abba's Dancing Queen is great, just now when you are trying to pimp it up in the wagon and the bass thumpin' :) So anyway, after the rap song goes off, (me looks up the lyrics) Still Fly by Big Tymers...the DJ says "The bass in that song is awesome....in your mom's station wagon...with the wood on the side..." and something along the lines of "sad situation". So I couldn't stop laughing....Only the station wagon with the wood grain is mine! So quit spying on me you DJ whores!!!
And that's the way it is.
It's friday night, I'm about to go get daniel and my parent's decide they are in the mood for pizza. So my mom gives me $15 and tells me to go to Dominoes (the same parking lot as Bilo (where daniel works) (my brother) and get a Large Cheese pizza. So I go there and one of the delivery people is walking out and she tells me that the store is closed, only deliveries after 10:00PM. So she asks me if I live close by, she'll be glad to deliver it. "No, can you deliver it there though?", I point to my car (parked horizontally across 4 spaces (lazy dolt!) "No, I really can't do that," she says as she starts to walk back into the store, then she turns around, "if you want I can deliver it to the Sphinx across the street though?" O.O o_O "Okay, sure, One large cheese pizza." She comes back a minute later, "It'll be about 15 minutes, the driver will stop by you before going out to his other stop, is that your car?" I say yes. "Okay, I'll tell him to look for it." So I'm sitting in the parking lot of a gas station waiting to have pizza delivered to me. I tipped the guy $1.00...not sure what is customary for a 'cross the street delivery but whatever. At home my dad "did" the Digorno (spelled wrong, live with it, I tried a few ways and I'm too lazy to look it up) commercial as I walked in "It's not delivery! It's Digjorno!"
I couldn't get to sleep until around 3:30...this Burroughs guy is some writer :-/ I've already devoured (laxatives speed this process along) three of his Barsoom Series books. He's a writer from the early 1900's, invented Tarzan, "old style" language, crazy writing style, try putting it down :( Moving on....
At 8:00 the rotary phone on my desk goes off....goes off as in you *hear* it...dead sleep, dead...sound proof coffin...you wake up....I mumble "Hello?". It's my mom, "Hey you left your phone hear and the alarm went off so I figured you wanted to get up." So I'm off to my parent's house to have breakfast, having not actually wanted to get up at 8:00 in the morning... Okay, mom's got a field trip taking the local high school band to some function....she gets to the school and forgets something, she calls me and asks me to bring it to her. I grab the stuff and head down to the high school. Right on the turn for Country Club Road and Highway 14 (for the one or two readers that actually leave around where I do) I see her bus pulling out and she stopped in the middle of the road to say something, figuring she had to leave earlier then she thought, and not wanting to stop in traffic, and just not thinking, I pulled off to the side of the road. It looked like a lot of high grass....only some of it was higher then the rest, just the same height on the surface...yeah....DITCH! :-/ car slid in, back wheel in the air, and there is now a huge station wagon almost completly sideways in a huge ditch beside a huge cliff next to a stream and stuff....Minutes later my dad pulls up in the big red van we got from his brother (Uncle) in New York (with the cool amber yellow strobe light on top!) and after breaking two chains trying to pull it out, we are forced to call a tow truck. By this time a cop has shown up, lights flashing, and asks me what happened, I tell him, he asks for my license...back pocket is t3h empty....he writes down my full name and birthday and walks back to the car. Another cop car parks in front of dad's van. (another one passed us about this time but he is unimportant, so don't worry about him, well he's important but not in this story, or any of my stories...yet...no that's not an omnipotent yet either!) (almost forgot) While waiting the other cop car left leaving us with the first. He didn't charge me with anything, no tickets or nuthin. I think w00t works here...While he was in his car I noticed the laptop had a Motorola logo on it but looked just like a Panasonic Toughbook, so dad and I go over to talk to him about it. Turns out it's replacing the toughbooks at Greer's precint (prolly elsewhere too) and he likes *much* better then his old Panasonic. Gonna have to check thos out. About 20 minutes later the huge tow truck (not no regular rollback) from Barne's shows up and attempts to pull it out, and is not having much luck, especially as the back of the car comes closer and closer to the guard rail! Finally they are able to get it out with some creative hooking up of the chains and it's sitting diagonal across Highway 14 (2 lane major road of greer) I dig the dirt out of the muffler, my dad digs some dirt caught between bumper, and we go up to meet the truck at a close by parking lot (that motorcycle shop thingy) $65! (maybe a scan later, complete with reciept written out to John LeiWoods :-/ Southerners suck like that!
Okay, now tonight around 8:00 I head out to Wal-Mart, really bored, nothing going on. As I got close Big Pimpin' (with Linkin Park) came on the radio and I turned up the bass and turned up the volume, turned on to Highway 29 (4 lane major road) and drive out to Pleasantburg Drive and then down E. Lee (it's something else after awhile, then something else) back to Greer (I'm sure I have at least one reader that lives near me) As I pass the Bilo where daniel works some rap song goes off (it's been mostly rap the entire trip, when the signal goes out or the song sucks and I change stations, the 80's Rock song makes me feel less "black" Abba's Dancing Queen is great, just now when you are trying to pimp it up in the wagon and the bass thumpin' :) So anyway, after the rap song goes off, (me looks up the lyrics) Still Fly by Big Tymers...the DJ says "The bass in that song is awesome....in your mom's station wagon...with the wood on the side..." and something along the lines of "sad situation". So I couldn't stop laughing....Only the station wagon with the wood grain is mine! So quit spying on me you DJ whores!!!
And that's the way it is.
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6/04/2005 08:52:00 PM
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