I realized last night that I have a serious problem. The kids and I were driving late last night when I discovered to my dismay that the last cd to my book on tape was in the very back of the car. So I HAD to pull over to retrieve it. Little Gwenny woke up as I was opening my door and said groggily, "Are we out of gas again?" In her short five years of life, this little girl has been stranded on the side of the road more than many people experience in a lifetime.
I want to send out a thank you to all of the important people in my life who have rescued me from humiliation, heat stroke, being late for class, and quite possibly from being murdered in the middle of nowhere.
**Note: These pictures are not of the actual people. Although I have pictures of most of them, I thought it would be funny to google their names and see what comes up.
Kelli Ann came to my rescue once upon a time very soon after giving birth to her second child. She probably shouldn't have even been lifting a gas can. But double thank you for not sending Chad.
Aunt Lori...I'm so glad you keep a gas can in your garage. Especially since you live on a steep hill...
An ex-boyfriends older brother...that one was really not my fault though, I was just an innocent passenger. It was a lot less traumatic to be stranded on the side of the road before I had two kids to think of. And with a strong boy along for the ride.This is seriously what came up when I googled the older brothers name. I guess I was with the wrong brother.
Rich from Aspen...that was the worst experience ever. I ran out of gas 12 miles from Green River just before I would have gotten cellphone service back. Not that a working cell phone would have mattered this time. Joey was in Alaska and I was on my way to visit my family in Colorado. So there was no one who could have come to my rescue. All he asked in return for all of his help (and for not being a serial killer) was one little hug. I tried not to cry as I explained my predicament to this strange man on the side of the road. But I couldn't help it. And then I couldn't talk. And then my nose was running. And he was staring at me like he wished he hadn't stopped. It was embarrassing. He happened to have a gas can in his truck...so I didn't have to load my kids into a strangers car. And he followed me to the nearest town just to be sure.
Rachelle...thanks for getting out of bed at midnight to come and rescue my kids and I in the bright yellow Two Brothers scion that apparently does NOT get good gas mileage.
And Dad...I wouldn't have made it to where I am today if it wasn't for you. Too many times to count. I love you.
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What is your worst road side experience?